DEGREES OF INCOMPREHENSION
arbitary
patterns
outstretched
clasping
the
monumental
&
symbolic
immanence
transfigured
sensuous
embodiments
of
essential
differences
in
clear
&
unmistakable
realms
of
allegory
5-9-25
recorded from the achives of the
Large Hadrone Collider
Acheivement:
Lead was tranformed into Gold.
The exact moment wasn't specified.
But the acheivement through temperary
was acheived
in the 27 mile under grouhnd facilty
under France..........
.La tension entre prostituées est un processus
qui crée des tensions entre prostituées ou prostituées.
Pour diviser leurs intérêts, peut-être se sépareront-elles.
Target Audeince.. is 21 and over
it's a roughly english speaking audeince
that find certain items in this genre fasinating.
a'Tha 'immanence' direc experience of the being or
force responsible for the creation and
maintenance of the universe
lailara harmony
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I might sing Concerto
to a well rehersted sound
I must sing Concerto
I must sing Concerto
A song
a Song
a beautiful song
the sound so sweet and clear
the words a lyricail bliss
endearing to those
far and near
a song
a song
a wonderful song
sung for
the world to hear
I must sing Concerto
for the world to hear!
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A rouged sky paints a clown's face,
on a dawn rising moon.
The open earth, that not closed in
by brooding trees,
but is as spread-out acres,
where the hush and harken
darken eyes and ears,
to surmise with a blind expectancy,
Yonder fields of tall, unhooded grass,
rattle their spines and tremble,
before an unseen avalanche of doubts.
Stiff hedgerows crouch
over darkly webbed roots,
fears huddle under thin skins,
a subdued ground waits to be found.
It comes,
the storm inside the stillness
blooms, still unseen
its tumult as yet a far stretch.
All the cup-shaped,
all the cupped and hollowed,
will be gagged and drowned,
by a plunging sky --- one not yet nigh.
Too late,
a squirrel barks a warning.
A teacup of terror has been spilled,
unbowed heads unwillingly turn,
wondering -
wherefore, to where?
recognising enigmatic space
holding immanence in its womb
an entity seemingly transcendent
where all navigate its vast catacomb
whence bemused no more by illusions
essence of soul presence explores
noumena behind all phenomena
piercing invisible void’s pores
Sun spurting senselessly.
Pull pulleying plaintively.
Really ridiculous roundhouse rhymes,
Each eating enough of its environs.
And don't get me started on the in-laws.
Dine ahh near the shore, dizzying mental roadblocks,
Ignite the immanence of the instant!
Never nullify the negations, the now and then.
Go for the gold, you beautiful bastard.
Here we are under shade.
Are you more or less happy then before?
People love to let it go and take a break.
In this there is peace.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
We whimsically wondered why
wandered victims by
and through our uniquely human history
of sexual trauma
and therapeutic politics
Mythically hinting
hunting
poly-resonant
mono-vulnerable
half full, half empty
gendered pantheology
Spanning spies discovering economic magic
denies political monoculturing tragic
outcomes for godlike monolithic
monotheistic empire-building
Wherein straight white males
disproportionatly championed
a revengeful
and punishing MonoPolistic Judge
polarizing One-1 omnipotent God
While unstraight
unwhite
unmasculine
marginalized
enslaved
and colonized
Would restore Mother Eartha's original
nurturing conservational economy
Nutritional ecosystemic politics
for wellness-natured spirits
Advocating sexual polytheistic immanence
imploring sacred not yet empty
circling recycling interdependence
inspiraling half-full health
pregnant with potential
sacred safety
half-empty zero-0 wombed
regeneratively polytheistic.
YangLeft and YinRight
circling cooperatively together
Sufficient win/win wealth anticipation
for each healthy dawning daylight
of ego/ecosystemic balance
robust
resonant
resilient
For at least seven indigenous regenerations
of future EarthTribe ego health
and eco-Other
sacred EarthMother
wealth
To fully engage this day's
potential win/win way
as if it were,
because MeWe also are,
our multi-generational first
through last
polyculturing joyous past,
co-invested
co-incidental
co-infested
co-therapeutic
CoPassioning
YangLeft and YinRight
circling cooperatively
bi-hemispheric Here and Now
bipartisan Ego ConservingSpace
in Eco LiberalTime
sufficiently anticipating resilience
win/win cooperatively together.
My love,
my heart is in flames and
I am hostage to your love.
Burn me with your radiant eyes
and I shall only reward you.
I leave the house thinking
only of you, your love and
tenderness, your elegant fingers
wrapped in my hands and fingers.
My love, pardon my errors,
I'm lost for the words to describe you,
the beauty that ever was, the charm, heartfelt trust.
I'll observe the time's indolence,
love's alchemy of immanence.
We're thrown in this world in coldness,
rescued by love's boldness.
My last breath of air is
to thank god for the pleasure
of knowing your love's treasure.
Essences of my Goals
Much I the splendid aspiration
I discovered the dreams decision making
the matter-of-fact mission minding
and the immanence so unwinding
Only this and an immanency
In their stepped a silent 'deracination'?
Justice and only heaven knows
The truest essences of my goals
12/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Golden
sun rays
glitter on frozen
snowy hidden land
sleeping, still cold white
stretching to horizons
last Shores
I stand and scan, gaze
into the point of no return
a chill runs my ancient spine
I can only watch, wait
for the coming rains
A promise to come
I feel the immanence
of the golden sun
falling
falling
on my upturned
weathered face
a mindful watch
lounges immanence
simple measure
across the diamond sky
stars fall
remarkable moves
visible light
blinding silent
narration is the shimmer
impressions exhibit
touch battered and savage
path of bluebells briefed
oaken limbs breathe caution's wind
immanence emits
Lavender lips of light spill forth her embrace
brushed soft glints of splendor 'cross my eye
left low, an aura hanging on a breeze still
night moons burn engulfing her grace
Fearless thy sight, guide where mist taints
tired trails forged, drapes heavy irons held
release past pains, painted in amber tones
and shine steady, lifting up a weary soul
spirits held still
onward notions pure
reverence withdrawn
We hear them crashing,
Into us,
We fear their immanence,
That split second,
The silence before the crash,
We close our eyes,
Only to realize,
Our life before us,
Immense power,
So destructive,
So powerful,
Death defying,
Yet beautiful,
Yet awe inspiring,
Yet the apple of life,
We are sand,
We small bits of gold,
We fear the crash,
Even though,
We are indestructible.
Eternity, where
Immanence-transcendance
mutually reinforce.
When alien is at home,
the desert in the sea.
While impossible to seek,
knowing is bestowed
and all elect,
the sons of art.
Here invention's noble thrust
sujects itself to faith in vanity
the measure of depth
a evanescent film,
and piety
the shallowest of all.
Abba-beyond all time and space,
closer than a heartbeat-
resides in secret,
non-invasive,
distant the needs of flesh
and yet divinely intimate.
Duality unknown,
can view with equanimity
the blood-soaked pores
from Nazareth,
evoking tears of joy.
Abba-let us speak of love
but first in cultivated awe
acquire the power to fail,
to scale the pinnacle
of childhood
and view with newer eyes
a lovliness remote
and inaccessible
to those who seek the stars.
~
Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond
leaps to the moon.
In an air bubble
lies the history of a suspended
name, wasted away on water.
A war is declared on the
family of words, not spoken
to anguish of man.
I thought of my sun
averting a disaster. The sprouts
will not come out of the earth.
An enquiry into the nature of
immanence, leads to starvation.
The body of truth turns into a snake.
The revolution within, shows
a false victory. You start again
from the ugly fingers.
Satish Verma
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