"the way to the moon"... a poem

 "the way to the moon"

the way to the moon is over the

hill, beyond the beyond,

square beside that thrill.

this is the direction we all

have been, laughing our hearts out

again and again

and again and again.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"Can Do"... an arrangement of thought

 "Don't try, do."

This means it would only be commonsensical to "know thyself" in order to know what is in one's capacity to do.

"the way to a new life"... a poem

"the way to a new life"

the way to a new life

is to sink in gladness

a new year, without fear.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"the way to impossible"... a poem

"the way to impossible"

the way to impossible

is to see into the window of God

and see His plan

and know anything not in it

is impossible.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"i'm so glad the sun came out"... a poem

 

"i'm so glad the sun came out"

it is such a nice day out.

i'm so glad the sun came out.

it is such a nice day out.

i'm so glad the sun came out.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"the way to discover"... a poem

"the way to discover"

well, now i am seated.

this is when i figure out what i need to do.

when do i discover the way to uncover

the parallels of the mysteries

laid out in space over history?

when do i figure out what chains of theories

connected to the platform of love,

interceded from above, into the heart of a dove?

around me, mortal eyes,

staring with complexion,

into my profound introspection

of which they all oblige.

at my desk, seated for aquatics

life for journey, plant something spawning

memories and trips to the lawn,

in the creek that simmers on,

rushes and rattles along,

on the seat where my hopes belong,

compassion for all, to detach from my longings,

with my heart made from clay,

running all the time, created for all days,

with peace of mind, and a view on the beach,

writing her name in the sand,

never to fade away,

made from clay,

never to fade away.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"the peace of mind"... a poem

"the peace of mind"

the wind is recovering from a long lost distance,

to something everywhere, the monad beyond descrpition,

a sizeable debate about words of importance,

has cut through our awareness, a fish out of water,

and in the running forth of time, they sound their wind chimes,

to a voice beyond transcendence with a melody without cadences,

the peace of mind is troubling to the wealth without a grip,

but to the little, humble kid, it is just a gift.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"the elder"... a poem

"the elder"

how is the smell of the air above the earthy soil that's all-day tilled,

how fresh is the vapor of the Mediterranean breeze,

bringing good tidings about all sorts of things,

and the olives that dance amongst their sacred green branches,

or the elder who just keeps giving people more chances.

by Ryan Ventriloquist 

"observation and remark"... a poem

"observation and remark"

two things about which we can be proud:

our love and our song

the one we sing all day and all night long.

the watermelon on the shelf

is green and teal,

enough for a meal,

with roses and dining fish.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"a reason for hope"... a poem

"a reason for hope"

something divine,

something completely right-

that is what i've wanted

for my whole life.

to be carried away,

like jupiter's love,

that's what i've wanted

for the whole universe.

but when it comes,

will i go the way of erigone,

who hung herself on a tree,

after icarius lost his life to freedom?

when the young saplings arrive,

will i go the way of juliet,

who after chewing on a golden gift,

saw it flee away to poison drips?

no- i will take the whole world in,

embrace the casual arriving of spiritual goodness,

observe the abandonment of ill,

and spend life on the hill. 

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"the leopard's song"... a poem

 "the leopard's song"

the way to the beach by the open field bay

is a time-space continuum of royal decrees

and a air-breath articulation of the crispy breeze,

in a fall out turnpike over the hill,

where the mailman rushes to do what is in his films,

the neighbors are rushing to do what they will,

and the time is in the window where she watches his return,

all the way home, where the huskies always go,

all the way home, and this is for my resolve,

for the only time that there has been long

centers for shopping all the way along,

to hope that is watching the peace on the lawn.

the bird, it is humming to the anthem of our song,

it is rushing and bumbling along to the ancient sing-along,

the view, it is a ways to the middle of the earth,

but when we get there we will give birth to a lifetime of mirth,

when then people keep watching the one home tree house,

where the townsperson lives who never comes out,

he just lets out his shout down the central town pass,

and the city shouts right back, they tell him he's on the right track,

and the running of the leopard is up for freedom,

over the fallen logs, hiding from the sun again,

feeling it beat on him and truly enjoying it,

where he is speeding is not a passing thing,

the environment, it careens, it does it in speed,

it responds to te people, it's there's to reign in,

and the people are holding their breath to the time by the charms,

leading us to wonder, how good it is to get along.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"the quest frame"... a poem

"the quest frame"

a noble book hidden behind a closet curtain
is in her look, she knows she just might reach out,
make the knowledge hers, she knows she could
she's just wondering what he'd think if he found out.

the palm tree near the box of squares
seemed so appetising when she led him there
he left without any cares- knowing he'd go back
to make the knowledge his, but that was tacit between them.

he found out forbidden things, like how to make
the fruit ring, or how to do bigfoot to little kids,
make him so happy, he was so glad,
if only she knew- she would have went right in.

fourtantly, he followed her in, and said,
will you go in? she didn't know if he was serious,
but he reached right in and handed it to her,
she read the whole thing, and didn't regret a thing.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"the way to the light"... a poem

the way to the light

in the time of year
that the mountain appears
i will be standing right there
without any cares

by Ryan Ventriloquist

The Urgent Need to Free Immigrants from Detention Centers

It is a colossal injustice that so many innocent people are being held against their will by the U.S. government. Should you be locked up for where you place your feet? That should belong to a bygone age.

https://chng.it/rsPYWcM6

- Ryan Ventriloquist

"magic"... a poem

"magic"

magic is the key word

for success

in the world

and in life,

to do lots of spells

and to be nice about them.

complicated charms that

are charming,

sorcery that is delightful.

imagination that is stunning.

it is good to play wizard,

especially with friends.

with your best friend,

you can take on dragons. 

by Ryan Ventriloquist

Taylor’s Christmas Present

For Taylor Swift’s Christmas present, by her request, I am dedicating every poem I have ever written and every poem I will ever write to her.

- Ryan Ventriloquist

The People of a Democracy

Written by Ryan Ventriloquist

Democracy starts and ends with the people. The people of a representative democracy elect their leaders into place, into positions that serve the people. The people initiate the governing process and the governing process acts to fulfill the needs of the people. In a good representative democracy, the needs of the people are communicated to the government by the people. The media apparatus and an informed citizenry hold the government accountable. The government serves to serve the people.

In order for a representative democracy to function well, it is a prerequisite that the people possess a good level of education. This is because they elect their leaders and inform the government about the issues at hand. It is necessary information related to current events and the governing institutions is related to the public by a vibrant media apparatus. And it is of the greatest benefit for a democracy when the people engage in robust, meaningful democratic exchange, that involves empathy, sympathy, and utter respect.

The people are the most important aspect of a representative democracy. In the hopes, yearnings, dreams, and ambitions of the American people lies their heart.

Mullsay dialogue—

Thank you for reading what I have shared with you here in this publication. I am sincerely grateful for your engagement in this democratic exchange of which I am presiding over. I ask you to take some concerted time to mull over this piece of writing and then to say your thoughts by responding to the following prompts (hence, Mullsay the Zine). And with as much earnestness and yearning, I ask you to read through carefully and consider the thoughts, ideas, affect, desires, concerns, and considerations of the various people who also put forth comments. If you have input you wish to offer that is not related to what I guide you through in prompts, I invite you to share it in the comments section that is located below the prompts. Please keep in mind, in democratic dialogue, it is of essential importance to be respectful and kind, thoughtful and peace-oriented.

What are the hopes, yearnings, dreams, and ambitions of the American people?

How can the government best account for the needs of marginalised individuals?

by Ryan Ventriloquist

And I invite you to mull over additional thoughts related to this essay and offer your input in the comments section below.

teia

teia

teia is awesome for blu.
teia is good for blu.
teia is the best for blu.
teia is so wonderful too.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

part 3 of Taylor Swift's early Christmas present

 

The treasure chest shown above is from Ryan Ventriloquist to Taylor Swift for an early Christmas present. It is filled with coins from all over the world.

- Ryan Ventriloquist

part 2 of Taylor Swift's early Christmas present

Here are two brand new songs dedicated to Taylor Swift by Ryan Ventriloquist.

Taylor (demo)

treasure chest (demo)

Taylor Swift's early Christmas present, part 1

For Taylor' Swift's early Christmas present, I dedicate all the songs I ever wrote to her.

Here are some more of them:

Don't Sleep

The Best Summer Of My Life

The Best Summer Of My Life (original version)

Hard For Me

Ulysses

Sing With Me Again

Marching Band Parade (Amnesty International Version)

Boxcar

Michael Bloom

You've Got The Rhythm, Go

White

We Are and Knockin'

Colors

So Much Love

Stereo Soundtrack (acoustic)

Red Legs Inside a Dress

The Expert Shad Crab

Rooftop

The Pearl

Scenic Route

I'm Off to the Ball

Oh Darling Clementine (All Better)

I Can't Believe It

Cathy in California

Be Here

I'm Your Mom's Son

Song About Ghosts

With the Music On

Chameleon

Down in a Book

Dwelling in Transcendence

Emily, Emily

Grammar These Days

Guardian Angel

Hamnet's Soliloquy

She's Unbelievable

You By My Side

I Love You For You

Lullaby

- Ryan Ventriloquist

Taylor's Birthday Present

Here is Taylor Swift's entire birthday present this year, made public by her request.

(All poems are dedicated to her.)

Part 1 of the early birthday present: click here

Part 2 of the early birthday present: click here

Part 3 of the early birthday present: click here

Next is part 4 of the early birthday present, which was delivered between December 2-12.

the way to up

the way to up

is to climb a hill

stand with pride at the top

then to go to the peak of the mountain's trail.

the way to up

is to stand by the shore of the beach

let the waves break on you tremendously

and then to take to land full speed.

the way to up

is some coffee brewed.

a child sitting at a table set for two

solemnly commiting his life for a holy Jew.

the way to up

is a jug of water

joyfully taken from the well

and talking to the Godhead, the Messiah,

about life everlasting,

water that is never ending

and bread that can feed you forever,

a painted city-gate where you always

hear her voice singing.

the way to up

is deftly steering,

the mainstay soaring

while the captain is waving

a twelve star flag

for the Israelite nation

with fourteen stripes

for each generation,

letting go of strife

and placidly contemplating

the meaning of life

with the whole world spinning,

headed North to land,

by the slant of the Spirit,

stars guiding your way,

an eternal seranade heard up from heaven.

what's it to gain the entire Earth

while you can freely be given life?

Next is the beginning of a utopia entitled A King and a Queen:

A King and a Queen

a king and a queen

blu bought tiea a home

where they could dwell in all alone

and walk to town

to see some faces,

go out and come back to pillow cases,

a comforter splayed out for two,

gold and lavendar embroided tapestry

behind the bed, against the wall,

where they could make love with the stereo on.

upon first arriving tiea and blu

planted a tree, a willow sapling

with wisdom to bequeath,

beside the bubbling creek

where deer pass and go to drink,

and they could wade in, explore,

go where it leads.

they took a raft one day

a million miles away

and saw streams of smiling faces,

for tiea was famous, a dancer,

and they were so grateful she would meet them.

on that journey, they ate berries and leafs

of the mystique tree, hidden ivy towering sheaths

that give rise to many hidden things,

like the most royal castles in all the world,

where blu will lead tiea to live

when they get a little older

and blu and tiea become king and queen.

a king and a queen ii

the two sit down together

on a straw bench,

with rounded arms,

strong, unright legs

and think about

their new house-

being in it together,

and they mention making love forever.

he leans toward her and says,

- oh, how you make me feel blessed,

  every day when i'm with you

  is the best i've ever known.

she turns to him and says,

- i know- how true is that?

  we'll walk together forever

  through anything.

          wherever we go, because of you

          i'm blessed. you are my treasure,

          there's nothing more i could have.

he placidly holds her hand,

keeps looking in her eyes and says,

- we're always together,

  always and forever,

  you make my heart beat strong

  all the day long

  and i am so grateful

  for your wonderful ways,

  your beautiful ways,

  forever and always,

  you are so beautiful

  it's true, i can't get enough of you.

  standing on a cliff, looking at miles of land,

  all i see is you, in my picturesque view,

  i am so grateful for all you are

  you'll always be the treasure in my heart.

she leans against him and says,

- oh, you make me glad,

  wherever we go we walk together

  with God by our side and mountains of joy.

he holds her close and says,

- i am so grateful for you and Jesus,

  your beautiful ways are stunning

  and your faith is overflowing.

  i want so much for you to know

  no matter what happens

  you're always my very best friend

  and i care for you with all i am.

a king and a queen iii

blu and tiea spent a year or so

enjoying their time alone

and getting to know

the townspeople.

they would enjoy eating kiwi

then sipping on raki

and going to see them

in the town hall meeting.

one evening the mayor expressed to blu

- i don't know what to do?

  i had a bad dream

  and it seems to be an omen.

blu interpreted the dream and came to understand

there would be a famine in the land.

the mayor appointed him head of the town

and blu gathered all the townspeople around.

he made a plan to keep them equipped

with barrels of food for the winter

and the ensuing seasons.

in one of the blueberry fields they were harvesting

blu took tiea to walk together in, and to bring her to a place to dance,

they held hands and went on in,

and then said in unison,

- i'll walk with you forever in blueberry fields together.

the blueberries bopped their heads,

square danced and said,

- tiea, oh tiea, we've been waiting for you to dance.

tiea danced herself in a cyclone

of quick motions twirling,

her whole body whirling.

blu and the blueberries clapped and said,

- you're a great dancer! the best in the world!

  you're a great dancer! and a beautiful girl!

then the blueberries sang a mystical song

while blu and tiea slowdanced along.

the town was just fine because of blu's plan

to make the blueberries happy that season

by tiea's awesome sense of rhythm.

they sat 'round the fire and chowed down on blueberries.

and blu and tiea were the happiest in the land.

a king and a queen iv

the town delighted on those blueberries

and, with them, survived two years of famine

and served as a refuge for the neighboring towns

that didn't take as sufficent of action to prepare.

the mayor asked blu about what he should do regarding

the city planning, and blu said,

- trees! trees! plant a lot of trees!

  buildings! buildings! make a lot of buildings!

  parks! parks! fill the town with parks!

and so it was done.

the town became the most prosperous town in the land,

and blu and tiea did many wonderful things,

like going to art museums and taking hikes through the mountains.

it seemed so beautiful how the whole world was spinning 'round.

a king and a queen v

and it only got more beautiful.

o, beautiful.

it only filled with more

beauty.

for tiea was in it

and she, a fabulous dancer,

was just crazy for blu's romancin'

and before long

the two were declared

king and queen of all the land.

- in this newfound, ever-peaceful federation of nations

  let not the least of men be in yearning for what he cannot have.

  let men establish common unity and bond in high level order commune.

blu continued his speech and then spoke of the queen

- tiea, as you all know, is the most grand dancer

  in all the world. she is fabulous, and she does it

  for all you ladies and gentlemen, all you boys and girls.

  we simply can't appreciate her enough for all she does for us.

  on this night her and i have become king and queen of all the land,

  and now i ask her to share her wise, wondrous thoughts with you.

tiea began,

- hi everyone, you all know me, i'm tiea the dancing queen!

  we will proceed to initiate a dynasty of a loving and just rule.

she explained it some and then they and their posterity carried it out.

it continues until this day.

a king and a queen vi

blu and tiea spent the day

in a melody of conversation about the way

the cross depicts his love for both of them

and all the world, how amazing? blu said.

tiea said, oh joyous harp it's true,

the Lord is great,

i'm so grateful, his awesome ways

are magnificent, and His love is unimaginable.

blu said, yet how strong we feel it,

it fills us up, for He died and He rose,

so we give ourselves up, our lives to the Lord,

for that fills our cup, and feeds us our bread,

miracles for thousands, as the Godhead rules

soverign over Earth, the world bows down to Him,

and respects His order, I am so grateful for His love,

it's unimaginable, it's true- and the amazing thing is

it's for me and for you.

a king and a queen vii

teia and blu in a whirlpool of emotion

levied the chagtzee river in perfect equanimity,

and with wild, unpredictable commotion.

it was just fine, all right, the way the levee shined,

just fine, all right, from the heighest of heights.

in a sweep of perfect motion,

and vertical clouds of the ocean,

a planet was formed,

from the heighest of heights,

from the depths of the sky.

in a unitary cloud of straight lines,

the first man was to see the maker's face,

in a miraculous garden made the right way,

with a heart of sublime fate.

in a quick construct of distant notions,

oh, how the spell was broken,

but with bread and wine, we're doing just fine,

the levees here to stay and we've come a long way.

a king and a queen viii

blu and tiea walked out of their house to the creek

and stopped at the weeping willow tree.

- the tree of life is all i know,

  the precious blood and flesh for every single person.

they told the weeping willow tree they appreciated his aphorism,

and continued along their way.

while they were in the creek wading,

blu asked tiea,

- would you like to talk of faith.

- of course i want to talk about faith, blu.

  what do you have to say?

- it is the greatest gift

  what He did for us

  to save us by the cross.

  The Lord, Jesus, is so loving,

  for He did what He didn't have to do

  and He did it for you.

- oh, blu, i can't believe

  how holy the Lord is.

  it makes me feel so blessed

  He has saved me.

they continued walking and stepped out of the creek

to walk in a field of sunflowers,

the sunflowers danced for blu and tiea

and then they continued along their way.

they passed through a deep section of the creek

with a mild current, blu swam and carried tiea.

tiea asked blu,

- what is love?

- love is right here,

  between me and you.

- aw, i feel it too

a king and a queen ix

blu and tiea established Clay Love

and all the people were happy.

here are a few more poems- the birthday present:

the trolley

through fog, through valleys,

through rivers, through fields,

the Spirit is flowing,

out of this world.

the people are going

to strawberry fields

to eat lots of strawberries

and talk of the land.

the people are watching

the young prince sing

as he snaps his fingers

and does the pristine.

the people are talking

about children of God

and how great they are

for all the whole Earth.

the people are resting,

in meager hay stacks

while Santa Clause is coming

with reideer and a sled.

the people are dancing,

as she sings her song,

all the night long,

all the night long.

the crisp day

in the autumn harvest

we go and then come back

to a new cultivating season,

good for all we have.

without time or reason,

we do all that we've got,

and as the crops are growing,

the radio's on,

playing that 'ol country song.

playing that 'ol country song.

now is the time

now is the time

to go through the closet,

take out what you can,

and give it to goodwill.

now is the time

to take dollars and cents

for the ringing bells

of the salvation army.

now is the time

to go to the nightstand

and mail that donation

to charity.

now is the time

we have in our pocket

to do whatever we please.

and here is the beginning of a poetry manuscript for her birthday:

at just ‘round midnight, tiger and blu rendezvoused
on a cliffside-hanging mountaintop introducing
cupid’s bow seaside, moon crescent idiomatic
with nothing for guessing, as the hound dog sprinted
to the teakettle distance, brewed for a longstanding,
spirited, uninterruptible acquiescence to skin and bone
and all the movements that make blu feel at home.
tiger rubbed his hand across the ruby ball and
it felt something strange, yet inspiring and promising
-       breathe in quick glances and new chances
     the way that indigo flows, tiger said.
-       that is just inkling on top of a sap tree
the roses grew into just enough for feathers
he knew she was coming home.
 
at the same time, tiea was out on a time crunch
delivering up karl rue’s primetime package
for just after lunch the day before
he said he wanted something more
so she put together in her handbag
a chess set and hour glass, for spilling
a meditation grasp of occasional somethings
just enough to meltdown to
she said she had enough of doing his laundry
and making him show up on time
that the foyer was left open with a large backwards
folding t.v. set on repeat, just so he could eat.
she enjoyed taking care of the elderly,
but she just wanted to spend time with blu.

all poetry on this post was written by Ryan Ventriloquist

Some Christian Music

Here are three songs by Ryan Ventriloquist.

I Will Follow You, Christ

Love God on High

A Psalm of Love I

A Path for Peace

A Path for Peace

                                                    Written by Ryan Ventriloquist

Russia, China, and the United States are presently undergoing a vying for power to be distinguished as the primary super-power, a position the United States has historically maintained since the end of the Second World War. There are struggles between nation-states over power dynamics regularly played out in the realm of capital, access to resources, prestige, territorial disputes, and military strength, which fundamentally affect the mental and emotional disposition of the global politic. By a rule, the human family has more peace of mind when there is more peace in the atmosphere. Rather than clenching our fists at one another, all too eager to fight in pursuit of nationalistic gain, why don't we come together, sit at the same table, and be grateful for what we have as we embrace our given existential circumstances where we can share Mother Earth?

There is growing tension between European nations and the United States with Russia, especially since that fateful day on February 24, 2022. It is too bad, because peace is, as always, at hand if we just lay down our arms and collectively ask ourselves: "What happened?" and proceed to form and foster friendships between nations, participate in ongoing dialogue regarding our respective cultures and values, work through historical traumas in peace and reconciliation committees, and forge a path toward a prosperous future.

With Russia positioned on the nexus of both Europe and Asia, it brings one to inquire: "Ought the East and West alike recognise Russia as a indisputable international partner, and as this recognition carries forth, ought both the United States and Chinese citizens look to points of political, cultural, and societal intersection, to fashion common ground, and with this common ground, find common values and perspectives, and, moreover, subsequently, use this exchange as a bridge for unfurling a similar exchange between the United States and Russia, and China and Russia, eventually carrying on this democratic dialogue to other nation-states such as Brazil, Vietnam, Pakistan, Iran, Cuba, Venezuela, and ultimately, ideally, all throughout the world?

Mullsay dialogue—

Thank you for reading what I have shared with you here in this publication. I am sincerely grateful for your engagement in this democratic exchange of which I am presiding over. I ask you to take some concerted time to mull over this piece of writing and then to say your thoughts by responding to the following prompts (hence, Mullsay the Zine). And with as much earnestness and yearning, I ask you to read through carefully and consider the thoughts, ideas, affect, desires, concerns, and considerations of the various people who also put forth comments. If you have input you wish to offer that is not related to what I guide you through in prompts, I invite you to share it in the comments section that is located below the prompts. Please keep in mind, in democratic dialogue, it is of essential importance to be respectful and kind, thoughtful and peace-oriented.

America is considered an enemy of China, and China is considered an enemy of America, but are the peoples of America and the peoples of China enemies?

If the peoples of America and China aren't enemies, why are China and America enemies? And for that matter, why shouldn't they be?

by Ryan Ventriloquist

And I invite you to mull over additional thoughts related to this essay and offer your input in the comments section below.

What is a philosopher?

 What is a philosopher?

                                                Written by Ryan Ventriloquist

It has become commonplace in the field of philosophy to focus on an area of specialization, honing in on one specific element of the vast philosophical terrain, and accounting for that as the philosophical enterprise. In what way do we understand philosophy upon reaching learned knowledge of epistemology and ontology when we lack a high level of understanding in ethics? How could we assert to be philosophically acute when we know ethics and science of mind, but lack in depth of understanding of ontology and epistemology? To know philosophy, one needs to have a profound grasp on how the whole hangs together. Alfred North Whitehead maintains, “Philosophy is the endeavor to frame a coherent, logical, necessary system of general ideas in terms of which every element of our experience can be interpreted.” This is essential to do, because all of our moments in experience fundamentally hinge on our self-constructed philosophical viewpoints on life. Philosophy is a pressing matter indeed. As Lewis Vaughn writes at the beginning of his book, Philosophy Here and Now: Powerful Ideas in Everyday Life, “philosophy is, well, here and now—that is, relevant and current.” Just imagine all the ways our interpretive meanings of moments, events, relationships, religion, morality—the broad spectrum of experience—affect every moment we are transacting with the lifeworld—that is, always. In order to harness experience, to understand the nuanced, integral, and in depth realm of human nature, one needs to see her way around the broad spectrum of existence in a philosophical manner.

            Consider: I could be reflecting on the way a child laughs while I see him flying a kite along the beach and he sees seagulls flying above the kite. In order to grasp this experience, I have an understanding of what a human being is, comprehend human development to make sense of the phase of development the child is in, am aware of the emotion of humor to see what constitutes the laughter, reflect insightfully on how the East impacts the West in order to base my understanding of the kite, go through a profound background in Biblical knowledge to order my experience of the beach, grasp fine biological categories and distinction to make sense of the seagull—and with all this integrate it into an entire philosophical framework for understanding existence which generally functions pre-cognitively in ordering and refining experience. The background of my culture affects this experience, the way I was raised, the religion I subscribe to, my social network, etc., and—first and foremost—how I make sense of these things—all of this goes into that integration toward ordering and refining experience. In order to truly be called a philosopher, I must know my way around all these considerations.

            This goes with all experience. The philosopher carries in her handbag a holistic approach to understanding and making sense of experience. Literally, each moment we are living, we have an entire history of ideas, thoughts, experiences, relationships, and each of these contributes to what it is with what we are confronted. The philosopher pins these all down and brackets them to a well-constructed, nuanced whole in order to properly make sense of what comes their way. To understand epistemology without understanding ethics is not to be a philosopher. It is to be an epistemologists. To understand metaphysics without understanding logic is not to be a philosopher, it is to be a metaphysician. So on. A philosopher understands all these things, puts them together, arranges experience, and dwells in enlightenment.

Mullsay dialogue—

Thank you for reading what I have shared with you here in this publication. I am sincerely grateful for your engagement in this democratic exchange of which I am presiding over. I ask you to take some concerted time to mull over this piece of writing and then to say your thoughts by responding to the following prompts (hence, Mullsay the Zine). And with as much earnestness and yearning, I ask you to read through carefully and consider the thoughts, ideas, affect, desires, concerns, and considerations of the various people who also put forth comments. If you have input you wish to offer that is not related to what I guide you through in prompts, I invite you to share it in the comments section that is located below the prompts. Please keep in mind, in democratic dialogue, it is of essential importance to be respectful and kind, thoughtful and peace-oriented.

What does philosophy mean?

What does it mean to be a philosopher?

What are some ways one can open up the world of philosophy?

How has philosophy impacted your day-to-day affairs?

by Ryan Ventriloquist

And I invite you to mull over additional thoughts related to this essay and offer your input in the comments section below.

2 songs, rock on.

 

Here are two more demos.

- Ryan Ventriloquist

Dancin' Dolphin Nymph by Ryan Ventriloquist

On Your Way Downstream by Ryan Ventriloquist

a poem- part 3 of the early birthday present

dedicated to Taylor Swift, a birthday poem

a birthday on december thirteenth

there is a december carriage that leads

down a snow-covered path at lingering speed

and rises above the mountains beneath

it's the perfect time of year, december thirteenth.

Christmas is on the way, the air is thrumming

a melodious tune about Miss Queen Stunning

and the moon is a mistletoe we refresh to

and the night is new year, we do this new romance forever

by Ryan Ventriloquist 

a song and a sesh- part 2 of the early birthday present

Here are two more recordings for Taylor Alison Swift's early birthday present.

the catch by Ryan Ventriloquist

rock 'n roll sesh part 1 by Ryan Ventriloquist

2 songs- part 1 of the early birthday present

Here is an early birthday gift for Miss Taylor Alison Swift. Two songs to describe the thrill of the moment:

Friday Night by Ryan Ventriloquist

Taylor's Birthday Song by Ryan Ventriloquist

here is some rock and roll

 rock and roll all the way

- Ryan Ventriloquist

Introduction by Ryan Ventriloquist

Love Story (Alternate Version) by Ryan Ventriloquist

Satellite by Ryan Ventriloquist

O, California by Ryan Ventriloquist\

Blue Eyes by Ryan Ventriloquist

Be My Bride by Ryan Ventriloquist

Taylor Love by Ryan Ventriloquist

Televised Statement by Ryan Ventriloquist

Sunshine by Ryan Ventriloquist

Rain Clouds Rain by Ryan Ventriloquist

Wherever I Am There You Are by Ryan Ventriloquist

A Psalm of Life by Ryan Ventriloquist

2 poems

the river

she is awesome and my honey,

she is sweet and stunning,

she is wonderful and amazing,

i am so grateful for her living.

her life, how great?

how truly great?

her love, how fabulous?

how truly magnificent?

on a willow log the squirrel runs

making new friends with the moss

that mesmerises the lowly worm

in spiral shapes, and brings the

bluebird rest in grace.

the leafs in arresting verdant streams

are wondrous and marvellous,

the elk lay down on them,

and the foxes that drift by at noon

pause at the sight of them.

it stretches to the bubbling river

that opens up in the fog of the morning

and gives a water spawning for miles

at the mystery of springs in mountain twilight,

the sun, melting snow, it rises above calling

goose. and one day i started calling it too,

she was not too far from me,

in my arms it seemed,

in my breath wherever i go,

throughout my life, this much i know,

i go to the river at dawn,

and i see how much God has done.

the daydreamer's gaze

another cloudy, chilly day

tells the story of the daydreamer's gaze,

solitary and wild, still and contemplative,

bringing in a boat full of rainbow fish

just in case the day turns colder

and the town gets some rain,

taxicabs drifting through the horizon,

on their way to a new place and time,

where what is home is silk and wire,

and moose hides and antennas,

going off to some other moon

we keep trying to get to,

some other gravity's ways

and the hope of a better day—

going the wrong way.

running in the window of sparks,

meeting her at the mall,

the rendezvous right at noon,

a bagged lunch of a child,

the hope of a stargazing style,

the air of the open hills and fields,

breathing in crisp oxygen and tilling,

home for the bounty of the reaper,

in the summer sound and atmosphere,

grass and jasper dish sets,

for a turkey basil sandwich,

and new haystack.

poems by Ryan Ventriloquist

Yellow, Red, and White Roses for Taylor... a demo album

This is a demo album I wrote in 2019. It is dedicated to Taylor Swift, the muse. I hope you enjoy.

1) The Tale of Taylor's Glory

2) Blue Moon

3) Always Taylor Always

4) Right in Stride

5) Great Bright Light Blue Heavenly Eyes

6) Taking Off From The Balcony

7) Romeo and Juliet

8) Queen Taylor

9) We Are The World

10) The Pearl

11) Irondequoit Creek

12) A Brand New Day

13) Taylor's Birthday Song

14) Taylor!

15) We Can Do It!

16) Bright Sky Sunrise

17) God Loves You

18) Blue Eyes Blue

19) I Am Thankful

20) When The Clock Struck Noon (Bonus Track)

21) Assembling (Bonus Track)

22) Stay (Bonus Track)

all songs by Ryan Ventriloquist

2 poems

all is all right

in the sun,

i'm with the beautiful one.

she is high caliber in her

faded blue jeans waist high,

white tank top, sparkling blue eyes.

we are wide-awake

on the rooftop

with a medley of sparrows

fluttering in midair

around her hair,

a bird halo,

spinning right there,

arms around each other,

feeling so high,

thinking, 'is this a still life wonder?

i could just dwell in this and always be

on top of it, feeling

just right' it's just right,

so perfect,

nothing can define it,

it's love and bliss,

with overpowering gratitude

for our Lord and Savior,'

fog drifts in from the East

there's nothing else we could ever need,

we see miles through the translucent air

and the view is just right,

in good time,

in right angles and cylindrical triangles,

in a fresh breeze and look down Main St.

there is a marching band parading

to the sound of patiently waiting

and there are eager people clapping

at the crash cymbal on cue,

sent down from the moon,

she is in a purple aura

of peaceful color

and pale sky blue umbrellas,

making up for others' lost time,

with indigo quail falling from

up on high, delicious prizes,

and the presentation,

stately, illustrious,

in this town,

in this city,

in this nation,

in a federation of nations,

all is all right

all of the time.

we are on our way

i'm on a tightrope today,

here today, here tomorrow,

our home crafted with a throne.

a dreamweaver wove my dream

last night, just right,

and her dreamcatcher caught it.

and here we are

wind chimes cooing out

a blissful melody, her noise,

our fresh air,

the moment she said it twice,

it flew through the air,

and it felt just right-

from all of our mutual understandings,

the dim-lit vapor is enough,

tapping on the radio,

her tap dancing shoes are in the

groove, of a siamese cat

from the harlem renaissance

lettin' it go.

and she and i

know the order

of the approach

we let out in

pure motion

of dignified,

brilliant type.

slow motion of the hands over the grapes,

and we are doing just right,

and the crust didn't rise today,

but we are feeling just fine,

we made it this far away,

we're on desert time,

and we're doing what we did yesterday,

worshipping in calm peace.

our Redeemer sent blessings our way,

and we have them today

with no need to worry about anything,

a fertile crescent is not too far away,

we're led there, and

the leading is in tune,

we commemorate the ruins

of century old civilizations

that were grateful passer-bys

directed our way,

passing through where the going is well,

and heading across the land to the well,

to drink some good, refreshing water

a day or two

the time right in tune

the right thing to do

once two by two

forming goodness out of

all things

so we sing

and we sing,

this civilization will not fade away,

it's spreading its wings,

it's on its way,

alive and well,

in embryonic shape,

and we're doing okay what's doing okay

and we're not here to change

and we lift up in praise

and worship

the name above all names.

poems by Ryan Ventriloquist

4 poems about Greece

the way for me

the open air
is in millions of light years
of the timeless serenade
for the passerbys in rethymno
on the form of pattern
in the window light of yesterday,
forgotten today,
home for tomorrow.

the way to the island of infinite life

in the fresh air of Mother Earth,

i am in a barren desert,

cliffs hanging over me on each side,

with just a backpack and a ukulele.

the clouds have parted,

rain will not come.

i have been out all day.

there is a town up ahead

with a seashore

where i’ll get some rest.

the entire way i am in some peace

with the thought of my lover

in my heart, mind, and soul.

she is somewhere far away.

i might not be with her ever.

i could sit on a boulder

and play her to the atmosphere,

release my worries, fend off my cares,

when what really matters to me

is not here. she is not. she is not.

she is not. but with the thin veil

of vapor in this nomadic spiral of space,

i am soothing myself in strains of E

with divinity in her place.

samaria gorge is a long way

from the gavdos shore,

but when apollo arrives

we’ll be dancing the jive

from timbuktu to today’s infinite life.

here to the island of enchantment

for when we first found it,

we anchored to faith,

on a ship from the

noble firmaments of Fragocastello

where the dog was wild

and the lambs reigned free in the olive orchard,

a vociferous and boisterous settled clan

lounged to sunflower seeds, whiskey

and searching for affirmation from fickleness,

good karma through futile meaning of

the turn it all over again routine,

baptisms announcing gunfire of defiance,

blending in with the sand as the American

warplanes soared overhead toward

the regime change in Libya,

a beach made just for the fisherman to sleep

when he dazzles a round of company,

in an open, defining moment

we dropped it down,

held steady as it absorbed into our hearts,

salt settling in the hull of the makeshift vessel,

two broken shells bolted as a walk on water mass,

dizzy from a broken-hearted land,

on the way to an immortal family,

dressed in robes of white,

the derivative of a need to escape,

to fill blank canvasses with color

as the mountain air provides dynamicism

with the rainclouds and lightening bolts,

we stuck to it like octapus to the stomach,

enthralled in what we had and not letting go,

making no one our port except the Son of God,

and it let us into the vision of the graceful, serene

waters of destiny upon which our ship would now float,

over the porecelain vase of ghost orchids

floating through the Spring reminder of our falling,

to take us to this shadow where the light fizzles

and shoots like the stars, to lead us to some Mars,

where there is a statue of Apollo on a crag

over the sea, on the way, to a purple colony

where everything is not how it seems,

and we get lost again in disarry,

our house built on sand does not hold up

against the turbulent elements,

and so we make our home anew

with the past as our distant view,

the repeated history in our hands,

in which we ask the Lord, "will we be salty again?"

because everyone who goes there comes to an end

and this is the way it is, my friend,

the enchanted island is not the right place to be

when you can simply spend your time with Jesus.

making my way home

during the month of june

i wondered who i was

and what love was

and found myself

letting go of the ego.

it started with a ferry ride

to kythira. i reached into

aphrodite’s nest and soaked my hand

in nectar, trusting the sting wouldn’t

catch me. spread it out with apricots and yogurt

on a thinly sliced piece of delicious toast.

carried the wine bottle on a hike

to an oval cliff beside the sea,

drank it down, just her and me

on my mind, how things might turn out,

all the directions i don’t know about,

and on the rubble of a castle in chios,

she was in my dream while they are in reality,

dancing in festivity, well-fed,

knowing they are in peace of authenticity

in a heap of acknowledgement of futility,

and i kept buying phone cards and leaving unfulfilled.

while the thin dirt roads and boulders of Mother Earth

expressed their royalty, i simply wanted the queen.

her head on my shoulders— things like that.

luckily the world kept spinning and breathing came easy.

the dogs and me ran down the winding path to the sea

and i could hardly believe how good they were at keeping secrets.

while the women and men strolled to their ouzo and water meter,

my wild thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone,

like, will she speak to me in 72 hours?

will she accept my offering of a rain drenched flower

from my tears of being away from her,

my biggest heartache? did Christ also tell her

to keep your head held together when times are low?

and her feelings! why do i feel my feelings and not hers?

the oracle of delphi advised me to watch the North Star

on thanksgiving of 2019 to look for an astral sign.

i write this poem in retrospect. that was 2011;

i’ve waited all this time.

and what i can say is on the overnight to crete

winning a game of chess was like a lucky guess,

and when the hammock of the fisherman

came tumbling down, i was oh so grateful for his generosity.

and when we tossed a dog into the sea

i was so happy that the goat was clean.

and her memory comes back to me

but a phoenix was baptized in the Holy Spirit.

now he is a dove.

Jesus Christ is the light,

the Lord Almighty. He is Love.

poems by Ryan Ventriloquist