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  ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG (January 8,1957)
 
 

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  1.     

India's Truthful Imagery On Cosmic Supervision Versus Creation

Brahma, the Hindus' God of creation,
is seen as an only four-headed god,
thus looking out into the
the world
divinely at the same time,
only in four directions,
whenever enacting his creations;

with his originally
fifth - inward-looking -head
seen as beheaded by
Lord Shiva

for his offense of ogling
Lord Shiva's Wife
- the latter's espoused Divine Female cosmic
Body of Energies in the universe -
at the time of their being united in Divine liaison,
with an illicit sexual desire for himself.

Versus Lord Brahma, Lord Shiva is seen as
the ultimate Bookkeeper and Supervisor of
all acts in the universe.

He is there to dissolve all the balances of the cosmic powers
in Brahma's new creations.

Thus, there will always be, in creation, this suspense
we have come to witness
in our own world.

And though the world at times seems to us an imperfect stage,
it is and always will remain
- India's great ancient seers of old were among
the first to realise this -
a most wondrous Divine play of choice.
 
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  2.     

The Trouble With Money (A Humorous Sketch By Manny a Libidopter)

Good
Brads See Πeyr Dude
duty Lass


for Lots of fun
Loads of Sex & More love


boom boom
all the way
boom boom
goes Alma * Manny


Good
Prostitute
do thy Lads
 
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Corruption On The Loose - Shall Always Be The Winner? (translated excerpt)

...If you've stained your matrimonial life, deceived your creditor,
gained by lies your neighbour's pasture and field;
if you've hurt your fellow-being's coat of innocence or good reputation,
and with guile rendered yours
the token of the oppressed, which you had taken as a pawn:
Then you must not turn despondent, even though how grave they'd sue you at the court.
Soon only endeavor after an attorney, after one
who bears his good conscience in the manner that
he wears his sleeves, as if a priest's,
who feels amused as highly by disputes,
instances of taking advantage as by quarrels,
as may feel a man, who's been out at war,
who's come to find lots of things to plunder,
one whose heart is full of spitefulness,
whose head of trickery,
his soul full of deceit and daring malice,
who writes seven lines only on one page,
but always swells all his writings into twenty folders,
who produces as many expenditures, as what is desired in every cause of conflict,
as he tosses and turns the procedure
until the case will have gone on for many a good year.
Him you ought to fill his bent hands with golden treasures from Ophir*,
then soon will he lash out and hit on the rights of the opposite party;
then even turn to the counterpart's and win that attorney's favor, too;
bestow him a gift of a stately piece to wear,
a staunch and fat pig,
a barrelful of grape wine, as well as other nice things,
thus you will make that one mild and
he'll be favouring you, too.
Likewise go and see the judge, and fill his hand -
wild men at hand * - with gold from the Hungarian land *.
And should he refrain from taking your things; then give them to his wife,
damask, silk and velvet for her body,
ribbons, laces, linen, and furs for her petticoats,
Fill up their store-rooms and kitchen house;
thus you'll gain for any pending case more time,
your attorney will put things off,
your judge procrastinate them;
although how hard your opponent might attempt to see the final verdict coming.
Should he complain, o dear, tired of all the payments,
asking for justice at long last,
then it will be pointed out:
'you have no rights.
He who's been sparing the money shall always be the winner'...

(translation into English from its original German by Erhard Hans Josef Lang)

________

an excerpt from the satirical work
THESE VICES WHIPPED BY THOSE FAUNS
by German poetesse
Sidonia Hedwig Zδunemann
(*Jan.15,1714
+ Dec.16,1740)


[explanatory notes:
faun - the spirit (lat. genius) of an untamed place in the woods, that resembles below the waistline a goat and above a human, used here in a sarcastical sense;

* Ophir - a port or region mentioned in the Bible, famous for its wealth, King Solomon is supposed to have received a cargo of gold, silver, sandalwood, precious stones, ivory, apes and peacocks from Ophir, every three years;


* wild men at hand, * with gold from the Hungarian land: obv. references by the poetesse to some scandals that had occurred in her days]

* * * * * * *

A judge's daughter, Imperial laurel wreath bearing poet Sidonia Hedwig Zδunemann from Erfurt, Germany, died 26yr-old caught in a weather of thunder and lightning out in the open in the winter of 1740, a wooden bridge collapsing underneath her as she was riding across on horseback on her way to her sister's
 
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  4.     

Man Wasn't Meant To Trudge On For Ever In The Mire

People can never stand to admit that times have changed
And that time had come to do away with the old decrees.
'Wouldn't it mean to admit our fathers
who initiated the decrees were wrong? '

The communists didn't get over their Stalins and Lenins,
until dissatisfied hordes of their people finally
came to slash all of them off their feet.

While it could have been so easy: just to get together and,
coming to the conclusion
something completely new had to be started,
a whole new world of a system,
to decide to make it happen
that from the following day on
it will be orange where
red had been the color of the day -
for a well-founded try.

But no! : 'wouldn't it be equal to a slap in the face of
our elders who had founded the current principles? '

Imagine they'd come and legalize all of a sudden things
that their fathers for some reason had prohibited by law,
and many, many citizens, over time, had gone to jail
for breaking that law,
although they now had all the best reasons
to revoke the old ban,
still they wouldn't do so, against all better insights and
insider advices of their time,
not because they were bad,
not because they didn't care,
but because....
- not only of the dreaded numbers of culprits
possibly to be indemnified -
but because they just can't 'admit that
how their fathers had handled things was plain wrong.'

But what they don't know, all
those who argue like that, is:
their very fathers would have most probably,
supposed they had lived in their own days,
made exactly these changes
required by the altered needs of time,
that they are not ready to make -
in the names of themselves, their fathers.
Their fathers were visionaries, revolutionaries and human adventurers.

They are but cowards, boot lickers, and an unprogressive lot.

The day these obnoxiously stubborn ones of today will meet up in heaven with their fathers,
their fathers will look down on them.
They had not understood the latters' messages at all.

Stalin, in heaven, might want to make friends rather
with the ones who toppled the Berlin Wall,
than still to pose in heaven on and on,
to be praised evermore by those stubborn
blind-folded estranged foolish
heroes from the latter days
who had imprisoned a once great soul to
its corpse on a changing earth without far-sightedness.

Now this is something that applies,
not only to the communists, now gone,
but to many many other factions, sects,
religions, ideologies amidst the miseries of today's world.

If something is practically just
not good to any people on the globe,
then it ought to be eventually discarded
and done away with as something wrong
and to be overcome,
whatever it might be what had been said or
written once by those who lived in another time and age.

On what is the will to change for better to be based?
On God's pledge to fulfill himself by becoming Man.
God's hands seem to have got tired
from all the kneading to shape His man.

Man, why don't you want to meet our God
midways and be of help in His endeavor! ?

Remember, God doesn't need you to make himself better,
but you could need Him, to overcome your cowardice,
to stand up and start something better,
in the face of your smiling forefathers.

Man, learn to discern what is good with your traditions,
and does no harm,
from what had been misunderstood,
and needs to be changed,
and act accordingly -
for the better of our whole human lot.
 
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