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@Netanyahu, @KingSalman, @POTUS and The Center for Combatting Extremist Ideology

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Prime Minister @Netanyahu @KingSalman and the @POTUS: Use Art and poetry

and our children to tweet to the actors, of this tragi-comedy.

and the ; Ever more and more twitter-diplomacy may be

the province, not of the diplomats, but rather, the citizenry.

and the ; The Center for Combatting Extremist Ideology;

a fine platform from which to  forge, an alternative reality.

and the ; Ought nations begin to study how to eventually

be, not nearly 200 disparate sovereignties but, one unity?

and the ; Ought not the nations teach the global citizenry

that it is humanity that defines us, and not, sovereignties.

and the ; Ought not nations forge, an alternative reality?

A reality born of Scripture, wisdom, algorithm and poetry.

and ; Alchemy is well hidden in algorithmic trigonometry.

140 characters of exercise and fun born of a last soliloquy.

and the ; Ought not the nations foster, more presciently,

a Godly citizenry? Ought they not, twitter-diplomats, be?

and the : cc:

  

To @KingSalman and the @POTUS on The Center for Combatting Extremist Ideology

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and the ; The Center for Combatting Extremist Ideology;

a fine platform from which to  forge, an alternative reality.

and the ; Ought nations begin to study how to eventually

be, not nearly 200 disparate sovereignties but, one unity?

and the ; Ought not the nations teach the global citizenry

that it is humanity that defines us, and not, sovereignties.

and the ; Ought not the nations foster, more presciently,

a Godly citizenry? Ought they not, twitter-diplomats, be?

and the ; Ought not nations forge, an alternative reality?

A reality born of Scripture, wisdom, algorithm and poetry.

and ; Alchemy is well hidden in algorithmic trigonometry.

140 characters of exercise and fun, born of a last soliloquy.

and the : cc:

  

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILOQUY

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and the ; The Center for Combatting Extremist Ideology;

a fine platform from which to  forge, an alternative reality.

and the ; Ought nations begin to study how to eventually

be, not nearly 200 disparate sovereignties but, one unity?

and the ; Ought not the nations teach the global citizenry

that it is humanity that defines us, and not, sovereignties.

and the ; Ought not the nations foster, more presciently,

a Godly citizenry? Ought they not, twitter-diplomats, be?

and the ; Ought not nations forge, an alternative reality?

A reality born of Scripture, wisdom, algorithm and poetry.

and ; Alchemy is well hidden in algorithmic trigonometry.

140 characters of exercise and fun, born of a last soliloquy.

and the : cc:

  

“I just fired the head of the FBI. He was crazy, a real nut job,” the Donny has said,

by leaks, that reek, of an obstruction of justice, predicted.

Trumpian taunts, and more low-brow vocabulary have led us to this: loser, crazy,

dumb, and now, nut job. On the devolution of diplomacy.

A criminal President? More lies in less time than any presidency in history surely

bodes poorly, for your seemingly, God-forsaken, humanity.

This last of my soliloquies, this filibuster of tragi-comic, so to speak, epic poetry;

a ‘last call’ to call for alternative facts, an alternative, history.

An alternative history. Alternative facts. To the end that, alternatively, a more or

less more natural paradigm, of poetry, not sovereignty, born.

“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Albeit that poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be, prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

‘tween chapter and verse, ’tis verse that’s most favored, by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs, into a manuscript, a very poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing, education and, in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, , on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.

Peace has rarely been, but ironically, it may be some day once again, if ever we

all commune as a family. Build not, more walls.

Why pen human history, poetically? It is because only poetry far more elegantly

emotes, than anyone may aspire to, prosaically.

In Shakespeare’s most recognizable soliloquy Hamlet attempts to reason

Is death any easier to bear, than a life’s, seasons?

The irony of all this is that finally the tragic consequences of Hamlet’s inaction

are the unintended fatalities, in reaction.

When building an obstruction-of-justice case, keep targets talking. Everything

said by said target, a legal hole, is digging.

Kim’s power flows from his fathers’ militaries. Don’s from his fathers’ monies.

Art’s power flows from this last, soliloquy.

Kim has accused Don of a lack of understanding of the DPRK’s Dear Leader,

unlike Art, their megalomaniacal, brother.

Juche’s tenets are economic self-sufficiency, military self-reliance and foreign

policy of foreign interests, independent.

For Kim Jong il’s un is the Kim Jong whose power flows from fathers’ militaries.

As he is the brother of Art, and of  Donny.

Only Arthur Everman, of all the men on earth acknowledges Kim’s point of view.

At stake: North Korea’s sovereignty, or a coup.

Arthur knows the poverty of juche (self-reliance), and the power of the songun

(military first), dynasty of Kim Jong il’s …un.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is intended

to make man’s future, more open-ended.

Urantia’s Art, tapped into Halls of Records post 12-21-12, empathizes like many.

But unlike many, his empathy is extraordinary.

Empathetic alone amongst the megalomaniacal brothers is the weakling, Arthur.

He knows juche’s poverty and songun’s power.

Witness too that he has the ear, so to speak, of both of his brothers via a twitter

lifeline to negotiation and compromise on Twitter.

Now Syria, AND Koreas. And, if irony had sound, its sound aught render humanity

speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timely.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to a grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and Kim to do, what’s bidden by Him.

THREE PROBLEMS
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three vexing, problems.

Now what? For two brothers, a planet, threaten.

Three problems. Two brothers. One story. A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history. A subplot of creation, are we.

The POTUS has made clear that he’ll deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help

of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger, without help.

If Xi does, that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone, verily,

seemingly, hissed the shape-shifter, Donny.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

OF TWITS AND TWEETS

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

LAUGHING MATTERS

A twit that tweets promises that if he dupes the US, the American, people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

TWITTER-DIPLOMACY

History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati, of all of history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in

non-scientific jargon, step by step …instructions.

THE WATCHER

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries, dreamy and soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries

with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,

to all the nations, of an alchemical algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

NATION LANDS

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s

forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and

they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

The children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are your brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering, not our religion, nationality, nor tribe, to Him.

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,

and 6500 languages. Pangaea’s voice must be a single one.”

ON ACCULTURATION

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily

feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all of the babbling.

English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980

character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual, behavior.

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited but to individuals; surely, our communities

too are subject to it as well. Why not test, Arthur’s theory?
That is to say, behavior mod is not limited to individuals; communities too, to it, are subject; it
is, indeed, a relatively simple science, the science, of habit.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILOQUY

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“I just fired the head of the FBI. He was crazy, a real nut job,” the Donny has said,

by leaks, that reek, of an obstruction of justice, predicted.

Trumpian taunts, and more low-brow vocabulary have led us to this: loser, crazy,

dumb, and now, nut job. On the devolution of diplomacy.

A criminal President? More lies in less time than any presidency in history surely

bodes poorly, for your seemingly, God-forsaken, humanity.

This last of my soliloquies, this filibuster of tragi-comic, so to speak, epic poetry,

is a ‘last call’ to call for, alternative facts, an alternative, history.

An alternative history. Alternative facts. To the end that, alternatively, a more or

less more natural paradigm, of poetry, not sovereignty, born.

“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Albeit that poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be, prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

‘tween chapter and verse, ’tis verse that’s most favored, by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs, into a manuscript, a very poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing, education and, in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, , on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.

Peace has rarely been, but ironically, it may be some day once again, if ever we

all commune as a family. Build not, more walls.

Why pen human history, poetically? It is because only poetry far more elegantly

emotes, than anyone may aspire to, prosaically.

In Shakespeare’s most recognizable soliloquy Hamlet attempts to reason

Is death any easier to bear, than a life’s, seasons?

The irony of all this is that finally the tragic consequences of Hamlet’s inaction

are the unintended fatalities, in reaction.

When building an obstruction-of-justice case, keep targets talking. Everything

said by said target, a legal hole, is digging.

Kim’s power flows from his fathers’ militaries. Don’s from his fathers’ monies.

Art’s power flows from this last, soliloquy.

Kim has accused Don of a lack of understanding of the DPRK’s Dear Leader,

unlike Art, their megalomaniacal, brother.

Juche’s tenets are economic self-sufficiency, military self-reliance and foreign

policy of foreign interests, independent.

For Kim Jong il’s un is the Kim Jong whose power flows from fathers’ militaries.

As he is the brother of Art, and of  Donny.

Only Arthur Everman, of all the men on earth acknowledges Kim’s point of view.

At stake: North Korea’s sovereignty, or a coup.

Arthur knows the poverty of juche (self-reliance), and the power of the songun

(military first), dynasty of Kim Jong il’s …un.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is intended

to make man’s future, more open-ended.

Urantia’s Art, tapped into Halls of Records post 12-21-12, empathizes like many.

But unlike many, his empathy is extraordinary.

Empathetic alone amongst the megalomaniacal brothers is the weakling, Arthur.

He knows juche’s poverty and songun’s power.

Witness too that he has the ear, so to speak, of both of his brothers via a twitter

lifeline to negotiation and compromise on Twitter.

Now Syria, AND Koreas. And, if irony had sound, its sound aught render humanity

speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timely.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to a grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and Kim to do, what’s bidden by Him.

THREE PROBLEMS
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three vexing, problems.

Now what? For two brothers, a planet, threaten.

Three problems. Two brothers. One story. A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history. A subplot of creation, are we.

The POTUS has made clear that he’ll deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help

of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger, without help.

If Xi does, that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone, verily,

seemingly, hissed the shape-shifter, Donny.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

OF TWITS AND TWEETS

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

LAUGHING MATTERS

A twit that tweets promises that if he dupes the US, the American, people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

TWITTER-DIPLOMACY

History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati, of all of history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in

non-scientific jargon, step by step …instructions.

THE WATCHER

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries, dreamy and soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries

with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,

to all the nations, of an alchemical algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

NATION LANDS

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s

forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and

they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

The children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are your brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering, not our religion, nationality, nor tribe, to Him.

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,

and 6500 languages. Pangaea’s voice must be a single one.”

ON ACCULTURATION

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily

feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all of the babbling.

English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980

character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual, behavior.

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited but to individuals; surely, our communities

too are subject to it as well. Why not test, Arthur’s theory?
That is to say, behavior mod is not limited to individuals; communities too, to it, are subject; it
is, indeed, a relatively simple science, the science, of habit.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILOQUY

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“I just fired the head of the FBI. He was crazy, a real nut job,” the Donny has said,

by leaks, that reek, of an obstruction of justice, predicted.

A criminal President? More lies in less time than any presidency in history surely

bodes poorly, for your seemingly, God-forsaken, humanity.

This last of my soliloquies, this filibuster of tragi-comic, so to speak, epic poetry,

is a ‘last call’ to call for, alternative facts, an alternative, history.

An alternative history. Alternative facts. To the end that, alternatively, a more or

less more natural paradigm, of poetry, not sovereignty, born.

“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Albeit that poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be, prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

‘tween chapter and verse, ’tis verse that’s most favored, by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs, into a manuscript, a very poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing, education and, in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, , on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.

Peace has rarely been, but ironically, it may be some day once again, if ever we

all commune as a family. Build not, more walls.

Why pen human history, poetically? It is because only poetry far more elegantly

emotes, than anyone may aspire to, prosaically.

In Shakespeare’s most recognizable soliloquy Hamlet attempts to reason

Is death any easier to bear, than a life’s, seasons?

The irony of all this is that finally the tragic consequences of Hamlet’s inaction

are the unintended fatalities, in reaction.

When building an obstruction-of-justice case, keep targets talking. Everything

said by said target, a legal hole, is digging.

Kim’s power flows from his fathers’ militaries. Don’s from his fathers’ monies.

Art’s power flows from this last, soliloquy.

Kim has accused Don of a lack of understanding of the DPRK’s Dear Leader,

unlike Art, their megalomaniacal, brother.

Juche’s tenets are economic self-sufficiency, military self-reliance and foreign

policy of foreign interests, independent.

For Kim Jong il’s un is the Kim Jong whose power flows from fathers’ militaries.

As he is the brother of Art, and of  Donny.

Only Arthur Everman, of all the men on earth acknowledges Kim’s point of view.

At stake: North Korea’s sovereignty, or a coup.

Arthur knows the poverty of juche (self-reliance), and the power of the songun

(military first), dynasty of Kim Jong il’s …un.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is intended

to make man’s future, more open-ended.

Urantia’s Art, tapped into Halls of Records post 12-21-12, empathizes like many.

But unlike many, his empathy is extraordinary.

Empathetic alone amongst the megalomaniacal brothers is the weakling, Arthur.

He knows juche’s poverty and songun’s power.

Witness too that he has the ear, so to speak, of both of his brothers via a twitter

lifeline to negotiation and compromise on Twitter.

Now Syria, AND Koreas. And, if irony had sound, its sound aught render humanity

speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timely.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to a grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and Kim to do, what’s bidden by Him.

THREE PROBLEMS
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three vexing, problems.

Now what? For two brothers, a planet, threaten.

Three problems. Two brothers. One story. A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history. A subplot of creation, are we.

The POTUS has made clear that he’ll deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help

of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger, without help.

If Xi does, that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone, verily,

seemingly, hissed the shape-shifter, Donny.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

OF TWITS AND TWEETS

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

LAUGHING MATTERS

A twit that tweets promises that if he dupes the US, the American, people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

TWITTER-DIPLOMACY

History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati, of all of history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in

non-scientific jargon, step by step …instructions.

THE WATCHER

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries, dreamy and soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries

with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,

to all the nations, of an alchemical algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

NATION LANDS

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s

forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and

they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

The children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are your brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering, not our religion, nationality, nor tribe, to Him.

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,

and 6500 languages. Pangaea’s voice must be a single one.”

ON ACCULTURATION

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily

feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all of the babbling.

English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980

character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual, behavior.

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited but to individuals; surely, our communities

too are subject to it as well. Why not test, Arthur’s theory?
That is to say, behavior mod is not limited to individuals; communities too, to it, are subject; it
is, indeed, a relatively simple science, the science, of habit.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILOQUY

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A criminal President? More lies in less time than any presidency in history surely

bodes poorly, for a seemingly, God-forsaken, humanity.

This last of my soliloquies, this filibuster of tragi-comic, so to speak, epic poetry,

is a ‘last call’ to call for, alternative facts, an alternative, history.

An alternative history. Alternative facts. To the end that, alternatively, a more or

less more natural paradigm, of poetry, not sovereignty, born.

“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Albeit that poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be, prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

‘tween chapter and verse, ’tis verse that’s most favored, by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs, into a manuscript, a very poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing, education and, in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, , on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.

Peace has rarely been, but ironically, it may be some day once again, if ever we

all commune as a family. Build not, more walls.

Why pen human history, poetically? It is because only poetry far more elegantly

emotes, than anyone may aspire to, prosaically.

In Shakespeare’s most recognizable soliloquy Hamlet attempts to reason

Is death any easier to bear, than a life’s, seasons?

The irony of all this is that finally the tragic consequences of Hamlet’s inaction

are the unintended fatalities, in reaction.

When building an obstruction-of-justice case, keep targets talking. Everything

said by said target, a legal hole, is digging.      

Kim’s power flows from his fathers’ militaries. Don’s from his fathers’ monies.

Art’s power flows from this last, soliloquy.

Kim has accused Don of a lack of understanding of the DPRK’s Dear Leader,

unlike Art, their megalomaniacal, brother.

Juche’s tenets are economic self-sufficiency, military self-reliance and foreign

policy of foreign interests, independent.

For Kim Jong il’s un is the Kim Jong whose power flows from fathers’ militaries.

As he is the brother of Art, and of  Donny.

Only Arthur Everman, of all the men on earth acknowledges Kim’s point of view.

At stake: North Korea’s sovereignty, or a coup.

Arthur knows the poverty of juche (self-reliance), and the power of the songun

(military first), dynasty of Kim Jong il’s …un.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is intended

to make man’s future, more open-ended.

Urantia’s Art, tapped into Halls of Records post 12-21-12, empathizes like many.

But unlike many, his empathy is extraordinary.

Empathetic alone amongst the megalomaniacal brothers is the weakling, Arthur.

He knows juche’s poverty and songun’s power.

Witness too that he has the ear, so to speak, of both of his brothers via a twitter

lifeline to negotiation and compromise on Twitter.

Now Syria, AND Koreas. And, if irony had sound, its sound aught render humanity

speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timely.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to a grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and Kim to do, what’s bidden by Him.

THREE PROBLEMS
North and South Korea. Pakistan and India. Iran and Israel. Three vexing, problems.

Now what? For two brothers, a planet, threaten.

Three problems. Two brothers. One story. A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history. A subplot of creation, are we.

The POTUS has made clear that he’ll deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help

of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger, without help.

If Xi does, that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone, verily,

seemingly, hissed the shape-shifter, Donny.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

OF TWITS AND TWEETS

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

LAUGHING MATTERS

A twit that tweets promises that if he dupes the US, the American, people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

TWITTER-DIPLOMACY

History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati, of all of history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in

non-scientific jargon, step by step …instructions.

THE WATCHER

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries, dreamy and soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries

with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,

to all the nations, of an alchemical algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

NATION LANDS

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s

forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and

they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

The children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are your brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering, not our religion, nationality, nor tribe, to Him.

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,

and 6500 languages. Pangaea’s voice must be a single one.”

ON ACCULTURATION

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily

feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all of the babbling.

English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980

character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior;

as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual, behavior.

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited but to individuals; surely, our communities

too are subject to it as well. Why not test, Arthur’s theory?
That is to say, behavior mod is not limited to individuals; communities too, to it, are subject; it
is, indeed, a relatively simple science, the science, of habit.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 3-30-17)

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The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing, from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate. The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall, he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:“ I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist; and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter; that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye are all brothers and that on the internet’s Twitter, Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought; that may be achieved when Space Laboratory crews wave to us, and we wave back, to outer space.

What follows is history past and present and the prophesy in poetry of a dimwitted, Arthur Everman. It petitions ye to seek, alternative facts, and answers.

Why pen history poetically? Though harder to compose than prose, it is far more elegantly emotive than anyone may ever aspire to compose, prosaically.

Art imagines that of all the earthly forms of written expression most like heavenly hymns, between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine as well, that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third, Art, knows them well. He knows they are too fond, of their words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient as that of their dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too, that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds of men surreally may be used by man to make real our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries, with the megalomaniacs Kim Jong un, the Don and Art, nightly meet.

To wit Kim now tweets albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin with like-minded, reactionary others, looking on, in rapt, anticipation.

Across Earth, Kim’s brother Donny, near incredibly, is now the President of US. He fancies himself, next to the Bible’s authors, the best-selling author in history.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was a book, actually written, by a ghost, really living, in anonymity; a surreal legal fiction, that most earthly, ghostwriting.

Now, it happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s  sake, googled for weaklings and proposed, for them, their salvations.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers, to the children of the nations, of a plentiful algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and pen algorithmically,” said Penemue, to the brothers three. “Alchemically, turn tweets to epigrams to transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically, alchemical, poetry,” had commissioned The Watcher Penemue to the three decidedly, megalomaniacal brothers.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’that I, Penemue … The Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980 character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To  attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

But enough for the moment about us; for this is about the more generic ‘us’ i.e. humanity, and less, publicity, for news hounds, Kim, and the Donny.

Then London; and brother Kim, so previously unsure about whom to honor, the west’s Willy or the East’s Rumi now knew; it’d be, England’s best.

Thanks Penemue (hereinafter Pen). And thanks too to the poets and artists of the nations. We are gathered here regarding the very fate, of the nations.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is and they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

Pangaea now numbers 196 nations (not including Taiwan, and Puerto Rico), 4200 religions, and 6500 languages; verily, ye must evolve to a single nation.

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all the babbling. English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity, the threshold question. High-technology algorithms, we poets agree, are the key to unlocking the secrets of alchemy.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein lives wisdom, and the uncommonly common, and ubiquitous Rules, Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance. This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance. We dead poets, care.

Is to be or not to be, ever to be, the question? Hamlet’s soliloquies were about nobility, tragedy and comedy but the poets’ soliloquies herein, are of … Another.

The earthly children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him it mattering not, our religion, nationality, nor our tribe to Him.

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior; as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual, behavior.

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited but to individuals; surely, our communities too are subject to it as well. Why not test, Arthur’s theory?
That is to say, behavior mod is not limited to individuals; communities too, to it, are subject; it is, indeed, a relatively simple science, the science, of habit.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 3-29-17)

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Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye are all brothers and that on the internet’s Twitter, Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought; that may be achieved when Space Laboratory crews wave to us, and we wave back, to outer space.

What follows is history past and present and the prophesy in poetry of a dimwitted, Arthur Everman. It petitions ye to seek, alternative facts, and answers.

Why pen history poetically? Though harder to compose than prose, it is far more elegantly emotive than anyone may ever aspire to compose, prosaically.

Art imagines that of all the earthly forms of written expression most like heavenly hymns, between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine as well, that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third, Art, knows them well. He knows they are too fond, of their words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient as that of their dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too, that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds of men surreally may be used by man to make real our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries, with the megalomaniacs Kim Jong un, the Don and Art, nightly meet.

To wit Kim now tweets albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin with like-minded, reactionary others, looking on, in rapt, anticipation.

Across Earth, Kim’s brother Donny, near incredibly, is now the President of US. He fancies himself, next to the Bible’s authors, the best-selling author in history.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was a book, actually written, by a ghost, really living, in anonymity; a surreal legal fiction, that most earthly, ghostwriting.

Now, it happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, googled for weaklings and proposed, for them, their salvations.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers, to the children of the nations, of a plentiful algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically,” said Penemue to the brothers three. “Alchemically, turn tweets to epigrams to transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically, alchemical, poetry,” had commissioned The Watcher Penemue to the three decidedly, megalomaniacal brothers.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’that I, Penemue … The Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980 character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To  attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

But enough for the moment about us; for this is about the more generic ‘us’ i.e. humanity, and less, publicity, for news hounds, Kim, and the Donny.

And now, London; and brother Kim, so previously unsure about whom to honor, the west’s Willy or the East’s Rumi now knew; it’d be, England’s best.

Thanks Penemue (hereinafter Pen). And thanks too to the poets and artists of the nations. We are gathered here regarding the very fate, of the nations.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is and they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

Pangaea now numbers 196 nations (not including Taiwan, and Puerto Rico), 4200 religions, and 6500 languages; verily, ye must evolve to a single nation.

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all the babbling. English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity, the threshold question. High-technology algorithms, we poets agree, are the key to unlocking the secrets of alchemy.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein lives wisdom, and the uncommonly common, and ubiquitous Rules, Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance. This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance. We dead poets, care.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? Hamlet’s brilliant tragi-comic soliloquies, tutor but the soliloquies herein written, are inspired, of Another.

The earthly children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are all brothers and sisters before Him, it mattering not, our religion, nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Art Everman’s poetry acculturates! The acculturation of (wo)man is modification of behavior; as applicable to group behavior, as it is to individual, behavior.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 3-28-17)

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Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye are all brothers and that on the internet’s Twitter, Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought, as shall be achieved when a Space   Lab Crew waves to us from orbit and we wave back, to outer space.

What follows is history past and present and the prophesy in poetry of a dimwitted, Arthur Everman. It petitions ye to seek, alternative facts, and answers.

Why pen history poetically? Though harder to compose than prose, it is far more elegantly emotive than anyone may ever aspire to compose, prosaically.

Art imagines that of all the earthly forms of written expression most like heavenly hymns, between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine as well, that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third, Art, knows them well. He knows they are too fond, of their words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient as that of their dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too, that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds of men surreally may be used by man to make real our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries, with the megalomaniacs Kim Jong un, the Don and Art, nightly meet.

To wit Kim now tweets albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin with like-minded, reactionary others, looking on, in rapt, anticipation.

Across Earth, Kim’s brother Donny, near incredibly, is now the President of US. He fancies himself, next to the Bible’s authors, the best-selling author in history.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was a book, actually written, by a ghost, really living, in anonymity; a surreal legal fiction, that most earthly, ghostwriting.

Now, it happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, googled for weaklings and proposed, for them, their salvations.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers, to the children of the nations, of a plentiful algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically,” said Penemue to the brothers three. “Alchemically, turn tweets to epigrams to transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically, alchemical, poetry,” had commissioned The Watcher Penemue to the three decidedly, megalomaniacal brothers.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’that I, Penemue … The Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980 character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To  attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

But enough for the moment about us; for this is about the more generic ‘us’ i.e. humanity, and less, publicity, for news hounds, Kim, and the Donny.

And now, London; and brother Kim, so previously unsure about whom to honor, the west’s Willy or the East’s Rumi now knew; it’d be, England’s best.

Thanks Penemue (hereinafter Pen). And thanks too to the poets and artists of the nations. We are gathered here regarding the very fate, of the nations.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is and they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

Pangaea now numbers 196 nations (not including Taiwan, and Puerto Rico), 4200 religions, and 6500 languages; verily, ye must evolve to a single nation.

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all the babbling. English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity, the threshold question. High-technology algorithms, we poets agree, are the key to unlocking the secrets of alchemy.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein lives wisdom, and the uncommonly common, and ubiquitous Rules, Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance. This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance. We dead poets, care.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in our brother Hamlet’s, soliloquy, this is about nobility, tragedy and comedy, but its soliloquies are of Another.

The earthly children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are all brothers and sisters before Him, it mattering not, our religion, nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Art Everman’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is modification, of behavior; as applicable to group behavior, as it is to individual, behavior.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 3-27-17)

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Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye are all brothers and that on the internet’s Twitter, Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought, as shall be achieved when a Space Lab Crew waves to us from orbit and we wave back, to outer space.

What follows is history past and present and the prophesy in poetry of a dimwitted, Arthur Everman. It petitions ye to seek, alternative facts, and answers.

Why pen history poetically? Though harder to compose than prose, it is far more elegantly emotive than anyone may ever aspire to compose, prosaically.

Art imagines that of all the earthly forms of written expression most like heavenly hymns, between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine as well, that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third, Art, knows them well. He knows they are too fond, of their words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient as that of their dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too, that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds of men surreally may be used by man to make real our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries, with the megalomaniacs Kim Jong un, the Don and Art, nightly meet.

To wit Kim now tweets albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin with like-minded, reactionary others, looking on, in rapt, anticipation.

Across Earth, Kim’s brother Donny, near incredibly, is now the President of US. He fancies himself, next to the Bible’s authors, the best-selling author in history.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was a book, actually written, by a ghost, really living, in anonymity; a surreal legal fiction, that most earthly, ghostwriting.

Now, it happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, googled for weaklings and proposed, for them, their salvations.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers, to the children of the nations, of a plentiful algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically,” said Penemue to the brothers three. “Alchemically, turn tweets to epigrams to transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically, alchemical, poetry,” had commissioned The Watcher Penemue to the three decidedly, megalomaniacal brothers.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’that I, Penemue … The Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980 character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To  attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

But enough for the moment, about us; for this is about the more generic ‘us’ i.e. humanity and less, publicity, for news hounds, Kim, and the Donny.

And now, London; and brother Kim, so previously unsure about whom to honor, the west’s Willy or the East’s Rumi now knew; it’d be, England’s best.

Thanks Penemue (hereinafter Pen). And thanks too to the poets and artists of the nations. We are gathered here regarding the very fate, of the nations.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is and they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

Pangaea now numbers 196 nations (not including Taiwan, and Puerto Rico), 4200 religions, and 6500 languages; verily, ye must evolve to a single nation.

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily and easily feels at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all the babbling. English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.