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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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Economical Perfect Harmony And Its Human Stages Of Achieving It
In a harsh world of money, something such as like ours these days,
All the good elements with bravely applied human talents
And nobler tracts of the animal character all are
Kept to work out continuously in most of their harrowed lives' days
Marked obligations to the once-chosen sectors of
One's enterprising or labouring servilitude
Where each and everyone is listed on
In the books of the chief registrar that
Goes by the name of Money.
Without that ruthless hard blackjack in
The hands of this rulership of infantile traits
That yet doesn't know any better means but to call in for help as panacea -
The only way held possible until now so as not to
Be constantly doubting, duelling and battling each and another,
Amongst oneself and one's own outstanding species
In one's galling materialistic envy of the clumsy and
Unlucky poor soul and its ignorant outlooks of envy
With its stupefied looks that can kill for the lowest values and
With its brazen arms that it is ready to wield -
A values ordinancing system and device of
A medium highly corrupted by all kinds of most
Divergent interests,
As treacherous and intent on evil as is Money,
For all transactions on earth,
Which, now that it once had been released
On its oh so painfully bearing, long-lasting lease of stand-in,
Athwart all our things and their physically intelligent owners,
Demonstrates time and again for all grown-ups in mind to fear,
That it does indeed have the power,
Though however faceless the invisible handle of
The persuader hammer may be,
To knock any singular man that dares to stand in the way of
These breezes of pecuniary stench,
That flow all over and throughout our so tough money-pacified world,
Right off his feet, however good the poor man might in all his other respects have been,
Only for a man or woman not having wanted to take to rubbing sides
With this little fiend of tricky marvels who ever
Goes about so princely, in the guise of royalties,
Though a mere beggar-figure, after all,
(What were all physical money's value in itself
In all our earth's animal-animated world,
If not for us slanted-eyed humans?) and for
Not ploughing their allotted shares readily also into the national field arena
With all its succulant pools of stately classes
Ever so eagerly watched over with eagles' eyes
By those politically borne prodigal supermen with
The country's purse around their necks,
These administratistical hieronomics with their multiple portfolios
As life-insuring cage-wards of people's tiresome welfare,
Often times, paradoxically, a real-time killer in itself.
And still, some people's thing money never will have come to be,
Though the harsh world of money is widely reckoned as one
Wherein everyone, in the end, gets set or laid, somehow,
For the worse or better.
But there are some individuals, who
Without any conscious guilt of their own,
Meet with such cruel fates with them being
Made to pay sums very much higher than whatever
Strength, trained abilities and strained
Stints that have held in store nothing but bad luck,
As it comes to making opportunities that make the money,
Had ever, on their parts, allowed for,
Be it thanks to some clumsiness with them,
Or some other wayward destiny,
Who are verily heard sadly tolling out of time
Their own knells, out of sheer unbeatable, destructive despondency,
Over just not having been able to live up to the things
Demanded by the risen hand of money
In the name of a dictator of some sorts
Which had made the person literally be rolling on the ground
And paying and paying as many bills & tolls as
In the life of one man only can be,
Which pain normally lasts until such time that
The tolling of the meanwhile worn-down beast of burdens' knell were to be heard in its own time
For them to leave the world -
Eventually being called off
For the last final shift-change
As another human comet soul to expire, though
Grown richer in all his poorly run money world -
A time-frame, when thus come to sit inside a money pressure cooker -
The whole future of length of their own life yet to be - that all too many
Over-heavily burdened people just
Can't stand waiting any longer for it to pass by other means
Than to have themselves swatted out of their debts,
Bloody cruel but cleared clean,
By leaving on a simple note into the only one safehaven remaining them,
Far enough away from any credit collectors of theirs,
After receiving their life-threatening strokes from the high-voltage mace of tragic financial ends.
In a fairer world of money, however, someone, for example
Of the gilded labourers with a megalocephalic half-brother,
Whose head were simply too big for having the odd-levelled pecuniary abacus fit into it,
And who thus were to be fed without anything from him to get,
Would have a right to resolve, himself, on
His privileges as a humanitarian,
Instead of paying taxes for the benefit of all-out Mister Everybody
Who never personally seems to care about anyone in particular,
To declare to desist from paying the commoners obulus
In the form of obligatory taxes to his state of community of overriding dimensions,
Directly to support, and be it
Through even higher amounts of value than
The state otherwise should rip off from him,
Fully from his own pockets thus
His big-headed relative with the cap in his hand,
And, in a world which really traded with its money fairer,
This decision of such a person who knows to balance the responsibilities
Were to be accepted by his community's watchdogs,
As instantly as voluntary as, in a truly fairer world of money,
All members of the working society were expected
To be there and to stand in for their dear community and its needs -
Out of sheer co-operation in conscientious understanding with the heavy lots of the masses,
Wherein everyone flows along one's river of life -
Without having to pay back to any other big-headed
Contemporary with a cap in his hand -
The tax consultant, for that matter - yet most of the gains
From exemption of any harsh taxes that were
Granted after tedious & costly processed legal evaluations only.
The harsher the impetus exerted on people
To make them move and came up with their contributions
On behalf of the success of the society in which they have to function,
The lesser the appeal of getting oneself started up voluntarily
For any common good other than of one's own.
The true state of economical liberty, the third state in
Man's evolution of harmonious co-existence,
That were to have all remnants of harshness of the old money system eradicated
And that were neither endowed with the afore mentioned,
More relieved scheming of monetary management -
Though fairer in human dealings than in
The rude business persuader world of the first order,
Imperfect and not yet the best of best of its kind -
The second state of new economical freedom being
A mere transitional one, with more personal
Economical largesse of public responsibilities taken,
In which already the vision of overcoming totally all
Half-heartedness of people's panvoluntaristic endeavours
Has sprung up and spread out,
Itself but being a preliminary precursor to the ultimate ripening of
Ever-fair and never-ending and richly glorious times
For real in the life of everyone on the globe of divine hope
To arrive and to stay with us
In all households of countries and places
Throughout the whole world community -
Is achieved only then, when
An ultimate ban on money eventually will have been pronounced,
And heavenly bells have been ringing at this most festive moment of all times,
When on all corners of the far and wide earth,
The gates to a new modern-times paradise are flung up wide open,
For each and everyone of us humans to enter and to securely abide there,
Where humankind finally will be rid of all the basic root of evils
- With no come-back for that never rueful medium money,
That so shamelessly always consents to most
Of any crimes of passion done in the world,
Evermore thinkable -
The beginning of a totally new book of man's history
Through the third, conclusive, most simple step
In becoming
As free a being as any being on earth should be,
Most especially if in the case of a species
That treasures it to be called intelligent...
Why not then also be intelligent consequently by doing away with basic evil? !
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Events That Make The Years Go Counted
Aeschylos, for one, was a famous dramatist in antique Greece,
At a time when humankind was adolescing,
his mind, like the high-flying minds of
a few others of contemporaries
of his young time, was sprouting youthfully spritely.
While now we humans are all seen leaning on crutches of all kinds of
shapes, rather than moving by one's own means:
on round wheeling crutches, without hoofs,
for the moving,
on keypadded toyboxes, forestalling one's own mind power of telepathy,
for the telecommunicating, having messages, tediously stalled out,
forklifted around through pied interface pipers
bent on exchanging looks of costly hertzian beams.
Whereas Mind's beams and God's star interfaces,
just free for the taking,
still don't charge any of us,
even one were to take a longer
more complex ride on highways of
the global net of telepathy.
How wayward could have times been in antiquity, when almost all things
of general knowledge that we, today, take for granted,
had still been open for the speculations;
thanks to Christ there were no inquisitions yet in the name of a lord
then!
But Aeschylos, if asked, wouldn't have come up with
that he was born in 525 BC. The number of the pre-Christian era years
being only a scientific projection,
counted out from our present standpoint in time.
Not that the ancient would have counted their years backward? ? !
What if we were to start counting our years backward now! ! ?
But Oh, weren't it then high time enough for us to do so? Hodieee! ! !
There is already 2000 years to go now, to reach on innocent point zero.
And for the numbers, if it were only for them,
there were no excuses,
don't let me be misunderstood.
Is this only a joke to anyone?
(Once a genuine longing for a new point-blank year-zero Great start of
new Hope of paradisical times were to set in,
in alignment with a new year numbering:
belatedly one easily could convert, for example, year 2006 into year
1994 Before the start of the New Era.
And go ahead and count the following year as 1993 Before the start of
the New Era...)
And, likewise belatedly, finally take down this 2000-year-old crucified
soul of God's son, for no more for Him always to have to ascend that
painful wretched cross of a throne
spilled over and over with blood,
each time a member of mind in His
calls out to the self in God's mind.
Are we really that much ridden by dumb blood of old wont? ? !
And this one now is no joke to me:
Why not just repair to toppling the system,
at one blow once and for all,
and to saying: 'Tomorrow we'll start at year zero,
all over again,
of a new order'? ? !
Radical changes of radical features naturally also presuppose radical
changes behind the features.
Now, which great thing,
to be built on such a heavy foundation,
durable enough to last through all times,
could it then be
that were to be counted out by a new round of our years starting at
zero,
by us and by all our future generations from us onwards,
after we would have taken down that crucifixion of our old system and
its lord? ?
I, for one, can see honestly only one thing
grand enough to be worthy of having all started all over from year
zero:
New Year Zero will be the first year after the general worldwide
abolition of money,
wholly replaced, as such, by a system of panvoluntaristic flow of all
'give and take'
practiced in perfect consensus
all over the world..
And Jesus Christ will be smiling ever more,
more than ever before,
not anymore having to wear that old worn-out crown of thorns any more,
each time a remembering face looked up
in a prayerful mood to him.
And all psychotropic drugs - that great cheat of a monster problem of
today -
will be considerately dealt out
per individual user & stuff licences, from year new zero onwards,
through the very ones who now still heat up the years through their
modern inquisitions of the Mind.
Only then young Aeschylos will have won all of his dramas,
and even such ones he not yet dared to dream about.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Expanding With Ancient Seers' Cosmic Mind Into States of Bliss
MEDITATIONS WITH KNOWLEDGE OF IDENTIFICATIONS
PROLOGUE
The supersonic sound vibration 'H: M', in these modern times,
having come down to us in form of
all the many never-ending buzzings of
materialized engines and machines that
we today, through the succeeding lines of inventors in our history,
were able to harvest from all the divine enlightenment and
practical wisdom of the ancient seers of yonder yore,
our shrill modern achievements,
common part of our lives,
having verily started out right
from the uniquely hollered mono-syllabled humming tones
of self-energizing cosmic sound patterns which were
generated for spiritual start-ups & sky-rocketing,
heard then all around the mushrooming
habitats of the human elites,
making noises very similar to the ones that
we & all our motors, indoors and out in the streets,
all of the time nowadays make in these
our modern states with more disenchanted elites,
the chanting of which was part of methodical practices of
those exploring great visionaries of the young ancient mind.
He who knows what it feels like
to Identify one's Self right through
the Source of the Sun as interwoven in animals,
meditated right through one's own individual morsel & share of
the All,
will make his fate decree for him to always
easily prosper by breeding animals;
completing his life's rounds in self-fulfillment,
he will always tend to cut a great figure,
be admired for wife & children and
be glittering with symbols of honour, which will
make the person known all over places.
For him but, what to better
keep himself always on the guard against, is,
never to allow any insights of his,
taken from expanded identifications, to be
square-crossed with any words he utters on others' planes,
nor with any ways he is seen as treating the animals, or others.
The sound vibration 'H: M' as hair,
the Seat is skin,
the Uprising Melody flesh,
the Withdrawal In Mind bone,
the Eternal Fountainhead marrow.
This is the Sacrifice Identification as
interwoven in the members of the body.
He who knows what the Sacrifice Identification feels like
as interwoven in the members of the body,
meditated right through one's own individual morsel & share of
the All,
will make his fate decree for him to always easily
prosper by more & more limbs
working on behalf of his body,
he can never be crippled in any limb;
completing his life's rounds in self-fulfillment,
he will always tend to cut a great figure,
be admired for wife & children and
be glittering with symbols of honour, which will
make the person known all over places.
For him but, what to better keep himself
always on the guard against, is,
never to allow any insights of his,
taken from thus expanded identification, to be square-crossed:
by not eating meat, once and for all,
either for a year, or,
by not eating meat at all.
The sound vibration 'H: M' as fire,
the Seat is air,
the Uprising Melody the sun,
the Withdrawal In Mind the stars,
the Eternal Fountainhead the moon.
This is the Cosmic Fall-Out Identification as
interwoven in the gods.
He who knows what the Cosmic Fall-Out Identification feels like
as interwoven in the gods, meditated
right through one's own individual morsel & share of
the All,
will make his fate decree for him to always
easily prosper with the gods
obtaining here on earth a world of the gods,
acquiring prosperity befitting to gods and
realizing a union with them;
completing his life's rounds in self-fulfillment,
he will always tend to cut a great figure,
be admired for wife & children and
be glittering with symbols of honour, which will
make the person known all over places.
For him but, what to better keep himself
always on the guard against, is,
never to allow any insights of his,
taken from thus expanded identification, to be square-crossed:
by never going against the grain of
words of other enlightened souls
and brahmins.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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From Out Of My Heart... (translation with original)
From out of my heart I despise
Each and every slave of material matters
Who out of greed into the
Country's provision sheds even collects the maggots
And who regardless of the country's state of need
Goes about with loads of gold on his shoulders
and sighs out of being troubled.
And bad I say to be him who,
Fatherland on his lips
And pretending love,
But only searches for his reputation,
And, like an empty head of cereal ears,
Only strives for heaven,
But produces no fruit.
But he shall get my curses,
Who out of the breast of his fatherland
Sips the sap, the life
And power from out of his people,
And if miserable they have become
Only sits in the lap of pleasures
And derides the one who's bearing him.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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