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Thursday, May 18, 2023

new song

here it is, for your quaint listening ears, you pair of funungles (that's my word, I, Mr. I, Ry, Mr. Rye). (I just wrote this song trying to remember.)

- R

click here for link to .mp3

What I Know about the U.S.A.

Ryan Chief (I) is a citizen of the country of America. America is half the name of two continents (N. and S. America), and the name of a country.

I am king of this country.

That's all I know.

I took a drug to forget the rest.

What does top-secret mean?

Can anyone help?

- Rye

What I Know about Pan-nationalism

Pan-nationalism. That's my term. Mr. R.—I. The humble Jedi.

That's thinking of the whole world as a nation, and wishing the best for neighbors who are on a shared path.

- Ry

What I Know about China

[ - full-scale image of China ]
[(server error, image too large to capture, only R can see. only R can see. only R can see.)]

Humble me, scholarly machine, high-school diploma, K-12 pristine, knows all about the big country China.

China is in East Asia, a country with a border that is shared by several East Asian countries and a European/West Asian country (big Russia). (The big countries are Russia, China, the U.S., and Brazil. That's the bigs. [humble me, scholarly machine]).

China has the biggest population of all nations. If everyone jumped at the same time, the world would fall off its axis. It already has, when China had overstepped its boundaries on climate pollution.

China is not in the ASEAN but should be. The U.S. should be too. All the bigs should be. All the bigs are friends, partners, and allies with Asia.

China's Communist Party pretty much runs the show as far as domestic and transnational policy goes, that's the way it goes, from big China down to run-of-the-mill Mexico (Mexico is one of the run-of-the-mill nations; this is how it goes; the big countries are China, Brazil, the U.S., and Russia [Canada, France, and Germany almost made it, but they're run-of-the-mill], the run-of the-mill countries are all the other countries except the two poorest, Burundi and Central African Republic—those are the small countries.) But the People's Liberation Army serves as a moderating force in the running schemes of governing machines (says I, me, myself, me, I [how many ways can I put it says Me, Mr. I] the humble scholarly machine), and could overstep the Communist Party as the most powerful governing body in the country, were the People's Liberation Communists of China (that's my term) to overstep their authority and go outside the border of the adults' illustration books images.

It's an interesting observation that only I can call myself Me with a capital 'M.'

- R

Saturday, May 13, 2023

Pragmatic Idealism- Second Installment

    Pragmatic idealism can be understood as envisioning the ideal world, and then working through practical steps to achieve the vision. This is why utopias are so useful to the pragmatic idealistic. It is in utopias that the artist opens the engager’s mind to a world unhinged, in the rhythm of the melody of the world working together in symphonies uncontravened splendid. Virtue and happiness go hand in hand with getting the job done, as the ordinary individuals of the polity delight in time’s well-made, and tend to accomplish their most productive work. And with the labor of society working together, with a clear plan and vision, on the road to perfection (idealism), taking practical steps of reason (pragmatism), society is capable of producing tremendous momentum that spills out to a changing epoch in the world’s well-being.




- R


Mullsay, Mullsay, all the way! Mullsay, Mullsay, all the way!

Mullsay all the way, man.

- R

Monday, April 24, 2023

East and West Jeruselem

East Jerusalem, one of the most sacred of places in the world, is currently inhabited by mostly Palestinians, as it is under Palestinian control, yet is occupied by Israel and the Israeli government is encouraging Iranian settlers, which is leading to Palestinians being displaced. What is happening between Palestine and the Occupied Gaza Strip is downright--truthfully, downright-- apartheid, rooted in national identity. The Israel government does not treat Palestinian's well, as they do not negotiate, or, rather, aim to put into motion, their hopes, yearnings, and ambitions as a peoples, and they constantly forcibly displace them to make way for more Israel settlement in East Jerusalem (which is part of the Occupied Gaza Strip), and the rest of the Occupied Gaza Strip. Perhaps, because Palestinians have shown hospitality to Israel citizens who are engaged in a settlement process in territory under Palestines control, and especially because West Jerusalem already has so heavily been occupying East Jerusalem-- perhaps it would be appropriate to open the borders of Israel so East Jerusalem can saunter through and even settle down in West Jerusalem, one of the most sacred places in the world. There, as the Occupy The Noble Sanctuary, they can peacefully protest against Israel's continual human rights abuses and their circumcision of international law.

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

"The Garden"... a poem

 The Garden

In the fading garden of youth and love,

She is the rose that never fades and always shines bright and brilliant,

In the Fall, by the rose garden,

She has no doubt for her Springtime harvest

And she bundles up in enfolding spirit,

Always touching everyone she sees,

Never leaving them for a moment.

In the line of freedom,

Liberation and truth held high,

So we do not doubt what is on the ground

Or in the sky. The awesome breeze she brings

So inviting, to make the garden grow

Into a blooming masterpiece,

She is the creator.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

"blu", a poem, episode 2

episode 2: "two"


It was all good, all the time.

That’s what the man said to the woman,

About their lives sublime.

It was all right and just great.

That’s what she said to him,

Then said it makes her fate.

She said okay, all right,

That’s what I’m talking about

All night.

And it was just perfect.

All night.

She meant it.

Which was ideal for the man.

Because what he was doing

He meant too.

And that was the way

This was unfolding

Two of them going

Where they ought to be going

Two of them wildly going

To where they are better off being

Hand and hand

On top of the world.

They were there.

They were both there.

And they both shared it

And it was only with them

And it was perfect

And just right

And they both had it

All night

Okay, all right,

It truly last all night.

And all day.

That’s what they knew.

But they kept that inside.

They held close to that miracle.

They watched the peach trees

Turn to yellow and maroon

And then said, “I do,”

And then they were happily married:

Tiea and Blu, two.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

Saturday, April 1, 2023

"blu"... a poem, episode 1

she has got a bull's eye airlift quaint sight tremendous,
with mountains of rumination she has been made in her head,
and a behemoth of raspberry potions hidden in her homestead,
out of which she crafts good peace of rest, a mummified princess,
good without the taking, she calls, and good for all.
good without the deliberation, she claims, and any situation,
with goodness, peace, and serenity,
fresh air, flying to infinity,
good time, jutting through to approximately a new day
when she gives her life away,
so unreal, what's real is not the way it seems,
but we ought to be in it, we ought to be,
we ought to take lots of jogs by the pond,
with all the lights up leading us down the lawn,
and she wants to be with mr. great,
so she is always playing crazy eights,
knowing someone who has got a stacked deck,
will come out ahead in the sound of the way
the law is administered, the way, her sound comes out plentiful
and true, enough for me and for you,
her sound is overwhelming,
with peace that is calming,
and life that is giving,
and actions that are loving,
and thoughts that do not mind,
being perfectly in time,
to the sound of her shoes,
tap dancin' her melody right in tune,
where she is meant to be,
alone by the beach,
with me,
her and i alone,
us together,
us forever,
without any worries or cares at all.
she is all right, i am under her spell now,
and under my own which is her which is just as well,
i need her so bad, i will not crack my head,
i will just bleed it open for enough for to make sense,
and in the high spirits of the wealth of creation,
living in her nation, the whole world's nation,
born again into bliss inside her fair bosom,
oh what to do when all comes to you.
what to do when You tell me just as well
what to say, how to say it, and the order of your gong,
turn all the lights on. turn all the lights on!
she is singing her song, and i am dancing along,
now turn the lights up. turn those lights up!
we are dancing in threes and in fours with the odd meter she does,
and i am in tune with the dark side of the moon and the light side of the moon,
no-- all the moon, everything comes from inside the maker's eye,
if once, all at once, it will be there for all time,
this is the way, for His light shines, on her, on me, for all to see,
directly in our eyes, what is the way to what,
what is the question of what
how many whats is this child of God going to ask?

what is the way to the store?
down the road, take a left, past the ice cream truck, beside bob evans?
what is bob evans middle name?
it is eloquant and charming, yet bashful at times with the grizzlys and monkeys?
what is the point of not answering my questions?
all my answers tend to make sense?
what is the way toward what you intend to do?
tell my heart to you, right in time with
wait a minute.
i am sincere, we are both right here

i am here and you are here,
why is it you are making your way to the store?
to get some more?
to get a submarine for the one thing i know,
the one thing i know has never seen how much i glow.

we built up breaths of energy,
spread a halo of spirit around us,
that was stronger than any wind,
and faster than any light speed,
and slicker than any air,
and straight out of the movies.

for to see is to do an odd cylindrical backlift through the tune,
what she is is everything, light of day, the moonrise, the lights that light up
the welcoming night sky, where everything is right, where everything is fine,
and she is finally mine, the way it is supposed to be,
just right, all right, right in the way of her and me,
come here, come here, if You will condescend to your earthly servant,
come here, stay here, speak in the way the goddess of heaven and sky,
day and night, earth and satellites, all the universe in the palm of her mind,
Devi, what is it that you do just in tune and right in time,
how many times did you turn that miracle into my eye,
how many times did you speak with your tongue slanted toward believers' lives,
what is it you dance to without even looking for an answer,
as the questions are embedded within, with each eye open,
and a heart of a dolphin knowing the ship to the sea,
where you bring out life, and it is so meaningful,
so heartfelt and true, right in tune with the light side and the dark side,
no-- all of the moon. how much of the moon do you occupy,
and why do you condescend to a lowly creature like me,
who bit off the fruit that ended life in eden,
foreboding cheruzim calm as mouse elves,
without a house but a garden to dwell in,
how do you do it? how do you do what you do?
such smart grace, such fine tastes,
a motley plate of fine chocolates,
an arrangement of chocolates that are caring,
and just right for minitaure doves,
how did the dove come down?
just one or two?
just one! just right! with the voice of the Father saying, behold Him,
this is my Son, in Him i am well pleased,
how right, Devi, that He grants His cloak with miracles?
how fine that He taught twice in the great city,
i will dwell with you, Devi, in the great city,
in temples that are holy and solemn,
in the way His peace cannot be forgotten,
if you say the word, i will be swell,
for the right amount of time,
until i come back where the church bell leads,
right in lines of two,
right back to you,
Vishnu, where you give to an ark what a bird gives to her family,
each time she saves the planet,
which is never, to be quite exact,
but your avatars are more than all that,
i once was a deaf man, on me He touched His hand,
told me to tell just the minister, so the minister knew
He did what had been said.
how many times have you giving into counting up to infinity,
just to be let down,
when it never adds up.
never say never, except to the things,
that never made God's plan.
say impossible,
can you say what i say?
that's not impossible if done the correct way.
it was only a joke.
it is impossible, obviously,
but as you depict your face with a serene cave drawing,
i'm thinking of her as she thinks of me,
you are so holy and good, this i tend to know,
what can i do to be more right on for you?
what can i do to be more thoughtful in my jaw?
what can i do to be one you take care of?
just brush my teeth, wash my hands and feet,
comb my hair, dress my best, and pray to you who see,
you who save humankind when evil comes lurking down the way,
what can i do that is just for you?
be kind, be brave, be charming, until the grave.
be kind, be brave, be charming, until the grave.
be kind, be brave, be charming, until the grave.
when heaven finds its way
to me after the last quarter,
and old age collapses into ashes and a mary rose shower,
and my body is laid down under my sister's sheets,
where what is in between is a pale static voice that sings to the beach.

we'll go to the beach.
she'll be in it and i.

what can i do devi,
to make it to the afterlife?
did you read what was said?
follow the two commandments.
this way you cannot fail
from getting from earth to the most splendid temple ever.

and my forefather, david,
was it worth slaying for bathsheba?
everything you did,
you did with a fine tooth.
a fine comb that doesn't bother with the edges,
a tremendous holy city that is right for all twelve tribes,
and right in my eye,
and right under the sky, the light side and the dark side,
no-- all of the moon, and right in tune,
how beautiful is she!
that's right in your eye,
bring her a son
that she can be proud of,
make him a king,
you will live a fine life,
as you rule the nation israel,
by shield and by the bread of life.

and young Emmanuel,
scouting in the hills all the town,
so in awe of nature,
His hair brushed back,
feeling good,
feeling peace of love,
and right at the heart of the world,
where He stands,
looking in the distance of the nazarene countyside,
and seeing so much life,
always made up of life,
angels riding beside Him,
the goal in His eye,
the Savior for all of time,
entertaining pure mary,
on highway time,
when we're listening to the greatest tunes in the land,
the Messiah makes up in His mind.

what can i do for you, oh Prince of Peace, to bring more peace and make more right?
to bask in my ruminations of palm sunday, to witness Him ride a camel into the great city,
where what is in their eye can be misleading, but what is better than to be?
and to be with Him? and to follow Him where He leads.

to show for those who do not have ears to see,
the marks from the palm tree that brought death to the light of the world,
in the midst of the most life radiating, life again for everyone,
and to tell the wonderful woman to head to His disciples,
tell them the tomb is empty and He is heading to His children.

are you not aware that life is right here?
standing in the square, you can feel it without any cares.

you are aware?
i am so happy we stand in the light of love,
God's peace from above,
and He walked on water,
because He wanted a place to be alone,
but He would never forget His apostoles,
who follow where He goes,
not like a fox who has a hole to sleep in,
but all the day long like time without reason.
how good is it to stay in the heart of the moon,
and all of the moon,
to be in the light of the love.
i am happy to be in the light of the love.
i am headed to the afterlife,
in torquoise and ruby,
and diamonds and sapphire,
and life in the turtle's eggshell,
building bridges with calm patience,
building roads, taking time,
making peace, doing it right,
i am aware You are right here and in my eye,
moving to the perfect time,
leading me to the afterlife,
with every drop of grace running through me just right,
when moses lifted his staff and pharoh's men saw just how much israel is blessed,
what is the way to the maker's eye,
to always be a good samaritan while you sit in your love of the light,
where everything feels just right,
and time is in time,
and being is not strange or unreal,
and to be is the way you ought to feel,
rising above the clouds, away for some time,
coming again to judge all, the Maker of Life.

how many wonders have i encountered unawares and how many have lifted me off my balance?
how many times have i encountered the bottom of the ocean of Your wealth of life,
where all is fine, is right, just right all the time, that's right, right in time,
just fine, just right, all is all good and all is all day and all night. 

"in the breeze"... a poem

"in the breeze"

in the morning hour by the window clocks,
dressed to their finest, the ladies shop,
searching for warm coats to get them through
the winter season. a few scarfs to don,
wool knit hats, bellyaches in their child spasms,
what they have come looking for is to
keep their babies comfortable, because the
elements are biting, the wind is a tunnel,
they move around like this and like that
and hop on one foot to the counter as they chat,
as they take off to get a bit of coffee,
they can hardly even believe what their eyes see,
it is two white cats twisting in the air,
juggling them eight balls right down to time square.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

Friday, March 31, 2023

Pragmatic Idealism

 Ryan Ventriloquist

Mullsay Publications

21 March 2023

Pragmatic Idealism

            Over the course of the eons of time of the antediluvian to the pre-ancient to the time considered ancient by the ancient past that is now considered ancient according to today’s observers—the city of Xois was already considered ancient by 3,100-2,180 B.C. according to what is inscribed on the Palermo Stone—to the ancient, unwinding its way to the present, it has become less common as one considers and ponders upon motley ruminations to make efforts to fathom up the ultimate idea, as ideas have become more focused on immediate gratification and less steered toward spiritual insights of what constitutes the ultimate life for oneself or one’s community. It would be ironic to consider how immediate gratification would be considered more throughout time, as conveniences have always improved with technology. It would be difficult to hone in on what would be characterized as the ultimate idea, albeit an ideal world, i.e. a utopia, may top the list of lists of ideas that might encompass where the ultimate idea falls out of all lists of ideas. This is why, you might say, it is of use and practical to ponder over what constitutes a utopia. It is also because utopias are a guarantee if people use reason in common sense. It is not a necessary condition for people to possess ultimate reason, i.e. fullproff reasoning capacities, for a utopia to take shape. Although, were a utopia to take shape the ability as such would necessarily develop organically. In this article on Mullsay the Zine U.S.A., I am not discussing what constitutes a utopia, but rather, how to create a utopia.

            In the course of time since philosophy has been around, ever since ancient Egypt with the instructions of Ptah, philosophers have been discussing how to create a utopia. It is one of the central elements of philosophy. In this day in age people are dismissive of the idea of a utopia because of contingent conditions. This is unnecessary. Those contingent conditions are not a problem that prevent a utopia from eventually developing and these contingent conditions can be ameliorated. For instance, the negative impact of global warming through climate change as a result of manmade technology can be reversed if the climate does not drop 1.5 degrees by 2050 and this can happen if wealthy nations cease use of coal, gas, and oil by 2040. There are myriad plans in place that can easily be implemented.

            Pragmatism entails considering the merits of ideas in terms of practical applicability on being implemented in a virtuous fashion. Idealism is the philosophy that involves finding the best situation of a given situation. Often, utopias are reflections of the world functioning in the best given situation. However well-meaning the purpose of a piece of art from the utopia genre is, often they do not consider the best way to implement the utopia. The best way to implement the utopia is through pragmatic idealism because it guarantees a utopia develops and ensures only positive outcomes on the way toward the utopia, moving from the present into the future. Pragmatic idealism is the idea that through practical application of ideas, policies, and proposals in the direction of a utopia, while gazing straight on at a prototype utopia that is derived from a sequence of hypothetical utopias, that is then adopted into a newer prototype utopia that derives from another sequence of utopias, with the latter prototype utopia taking account of the meritorious elements of the previous prototype utopia and how its adoption surfaced into real-life implementation—elements that were adopted from this prototype utopia and translated into real-world success—all the while the elements of the series of hypothetical utopias that stand out as reasonable elements to translate into real-life implementation are voted upon by a democratic order to translate into a prototype-utopia which then goes through a democratic process of votes being taken down regarding virtuous elements of phenomena related real-life implementation, interfusing elements of the real-life situations that the voting body wishes to be translated into implementation into the utopia, followed by repeating the same process of creating a series of hypothetical utopias based on the newest prototype utopia and considerations in relation to how it was translated into real-life success, and hence, there is continuous pragmatic direction toward an ideal future that is always in the direction of virtuous elements of the philosopher’s vision.

            The way to a ideal future is through communication and dialogue between many parties.

Thursday, March 30, 2023

A Global Ethos with a Human Outlook

 A Global Ethos with a Human Outlook

by Ryan Ventriloquist

A Way to Understand

All people love the world. When one inquires into the deepest desires of the heart, she finds that universal solidarity, world peace, and unrestrained compassion is in the root of all people's conception of the good. The concept of a global federation of states has been prevalent in academic thought since the time of antiquity, but with the ushering in of a truly globalized era, a global ethos rooted in brotherly and sisterly global citizenship has become more prevalent and commonplace.

            All people love people. Indeed, the heart is a blessing that fills all individuals up with love and the will to act according to good deeds. When you take into account the heart of man, it is apparent that his heart is overflowing with brotherly and sisterly love for his neighbors, friends, and family. He does not cherish what he cannot have when he is in peaceful rest. He does not dwell on possibilities that are outside of his control when he takes in the Heart of Love. In the twenty-first century and the twentieth century, there is a new epoch of human right oversight and scrutiny and accountability that is above and beyond the preceding eras and good for the common good. It is without question that overturning Jim Crow laws in the south of the U.S., giving black people and women the right to vote was uplifting for the U.S. democracy and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights declared by the United Nations General Assembly in 1948 served to ameliorate the wantonness of human rights violations and injustices. It is good for every law-abiding citizen to respect and uphold natural law as leading principle that enables authority to uphold all people's dignity, integrity, freedom, agency, well-being. The people of the global community have grown to be more insistent that natural  rights are protected and preserved.

            Looking deep into the person, or widely throughout the world, enables one to see both more clearly. The mind is a semi-permeable, thermodynamically-open, organizationally-closed, nimbus plasmas kernel membrane, embedded in an external world in streaming conscience. The knowing-subject is fused and interwoven with the world, surrounded by the world, and acts in direct connection with the world, so much that experience and the external world are bound up in one another. Accordingly, if one does something to harm the world, all the world is affected. And if all the world is affected, he is affected. And if someone does something to help the world, all the world is benefited. And he is affected. This is also demonstrated in the phenomena of skandhas movement in terms of their love shifting from one environment to another. A person takes in love and gives off love, and each moment of their life accounts for another bit of love building up or receding in their spiritual framework. This is clear in that all moments are important and have to do with love in one way or another and a person is never impermeable to love's movement. Love moves throughout the environment, from environment to environment, and ultimately, all throughout the world. Each bit of love contributes to the overall health of love in the world. As a person is made up of love they are responsive to love at the core of their being. Love makes up the world. The world is love. God is love. Brahman is atman. Jesus Christ died to atone for the sins of the world thereby bringing all His people into freedom by their faith from sin. That is love. Jesus Christ is the heart of the world. Praise and worship is therefore due to the Almighty, Most High Jesus Christ, the Lord of Heaven, the Maker of Life.

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.

All actions of goodness radiate to all humankind. What are some actions of goodness one ought to take?

What are some ways of focusing on carrying out righteous deeds?

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.

"a poem"... the way to the city by the bay

the way to the city by the bay
is in a toronemno lay
of quilt and sapphire and life near the quay,
where we get out to Zion, Bethlehem, Jerusalem
to see the peace of the children.

by Ryan Ventriooquist

Saturday, March 25, 2023

"the moon"... a poem

"the moon"

in the moon of the pink sequence of shades of
yellow and brown i see them rolling over the hill
in purple surround, mysterious and almighty,
strategic and profound, this crew is exciting,
from the river to the sound.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

Friday, March 17, 2023

"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

Friday, March 3, 2023

"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.

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 is the best hour for meditating?

What does the tree say when it contemplates the way it was planted?

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.

Monday, February 20, 2023

"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

Sunday, February 19, 2023

"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

Thursday, February 2, 2023

"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

Saturday, January 28, 2023

"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

Thursday, January 26, 2023

"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

Wednesday, January 18, 2023

"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

Wednesday, January 4, 2023

"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

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

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.


- Ryan Ventriloquist

"magic"... a poem


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

Sunday, December 25, 2022

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

Monday, December 19, 2022

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.

Saturday, December 17, 2022



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

by Ryan Ventriloquist

Thursday, December 15, 2022

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


Sing With Me Again

Marching Band Parade (Amnesty International Version)


Michael Bloom

You've Got The Rhythm, Go


We Are and Knockin'


So Much Love

Stereo Soundtrack (acoustic)

Red Legs Inside a Dress

The Expert Shad Crab


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


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


- Ryan Ventriloquist

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

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
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