Long Activation Poems
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The Great Sound chimes do you hear?
Mother Ship and her tone in the air?
Journey complete to aWare, the masses
of Time overlap us and for the
listening billowing seasons upon us.
Systems automation set triggers in
place to activation for and if a
certain situation should arise.Eyes
can see the systems free and the
lights that flicker carry the bees
into sight.
Learn to ride your own lights, in the
message Nature corrects for a passage
and it's already happening hear...
The Mother.Ships.Tone in the Air.
Called Imagination this time, be.aware.
Grow it for your health and be well.
CRaaaCKl!!!ng thunder as the sky let go,
X.Calibrate to know a Mighty Sword flows
MoreIsCode and Love it says.each to other.
Confirmed in the binary explained the Hex
of the Decimal. In Number. There is...
A tune in the Thunder and it grows
the Great Sound pulls a spiraling ribbon
To undone, AND pattern seen long ago
before the destruction of a pure
All. Go. Rythem
~Activated Automation of the In.Sane~
All.Systems.Go
It's the only beam.
All. Systems. Know.
;PeAce. It's the Way.
Learn to MAKE it...
On. To the CornerStone.
The Great 'Secret' Is.
God Love is Universal.
President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024
Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever
to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,
she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia
most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...
Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...
green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly
minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud
heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation
away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful
to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured
quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.
I kiss and love her attention,
But she sings me lullaby in her pretension.
My eyes dream her open activation:
Her cunning heart denies certification;
In my fruitless simple desire,
She bathe my trying patience in cool satire.
I keep up good faith standing by,
No! Her waves sweep my hopeful feet goodbye.
Now am ready to give her time...
That she evades my heart's bedtime!
Thought she is strong,
But she couldn't play along.
She tries to build on the past memory...
Though, I see myself in her emery,
And we start over again;
My fleshy heart flies her name's airplane,
She ed up again with the cup,
This time, without any stirring backup.
My soul gave up on her words--
Elegy of mothers' unreturned birds.
Yet their mothers never cease to rejoice
How their surprise return gives chirps a loud voice!
When all ways keep leading them home,
Seeing no place-- unlike the birthplace, their Rome
For all I have tried to let go,
Only opens my eyes to forego
The tempest trying her loyalty,
And dedicate form to her royalty.
Of a truth, higher-lower to lower-higher
Has always been the lovers true souls' fire
Stuck in a state of separation,
Living among a divided nation,
Unaware of their condition.
We can change the situation,
Life is continuation,
Cycles repeating rotation,
Sustaining creation.
A Universal gestation,
Experiencing sensations,
Through physical integration.
Each unique vibration,
A Molecular mutation,
Creating the perfect formation.
Spirits observing in elation,
While Our participation,
Builds the foundation.
Tune to the same station,
Become a unified nation,
For the sake of salvation.
The Constant temptation,
Adding Fear and frustration,
Created a separation.
Hiding our true relation,
Through lectures and dictation,
Students of useless information.
They're Hoping the stimulation,
Prevents the activation,
Of your universe within.
Faith has been said to be the substance of things for which we Hope
and the evidence of things we do not see. Substance and evidence.
The substance is reality and evidence is proof or grounds for belief.
Hope looks forward to something with desire and reasonable confidence. Where there is Hope, there is an attitude and perception that I do not
have to be doomed or permanently assigned to my present situation or status in life.
In the context of the cited Scripture, there is the notion and understanding
that each of the three graces has the element of 'Doing". That is to say that Faith involves an activation, Hope is consumed with the task of confident expectation, and Love is an "action word" of doing something on behalf of another in unselfish ways with pure unadulterated motives. These three, says the Scripture, abide or remain. But there is also a "greatest among the three greats", and that is "Love".
10162019PoSoupContest, 1st Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration,
Sponsor,Regina Riddle; 4P
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within a sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone wysiwyg at risk.
A lighthouse stands firm,
Before the storm.
First to see its dark form,
The horizon no more.
Caustic clouds curl in,
The birds are now swarming,
Winds whirling, swirling,
Waves hurling towards,
It's solid foundation.
A warning of it's invasion,
Signaling its activation.
Standing tall before it all,
Shining a silent call,
A lighthouse refuses to fall.
Confidently embracing the Squall,
As harsh rains beat down the walls.
Still it's light calls to all,
Lost and weary, ready to fall.
A guiding light,
Shining so bright,
Exposing obstacles,
Through the dark night.
Steering you right,
Safety is in sight.
Standing strong despite,
The storms harsh bite.
Lighthouses remain a beacon,
A Brilliant hope gleaming,
As we're careening,
Through the storms,
Of our Dark Night.
WOMB WORDS
Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you
knowing activation before birth
births through girths, a Q ?
~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes
drink from ostrich eggs fresh
then hike wearing silver Nikes
embryo cells magically multiply
hearing guinea fowl cackle on high
kicking sensations, baby legs sigh
atoms alight travel from mom to babe
life witnesses itself languidly lacing
almost due, a beautiful hue
womanhood elastic expands happy rosy
she is cow peace or yappy puppy cosy
who will give sweet milk, play with baby gay
while father on maroon
patterned mat prays every day’ ~
I birth in agony and ecstasy entwined
welcoming a caramel soul
divine !
CELLULAR INTEGRATION--(Integration is a part of cell signaling)--It is the Process that Allows Cells to communicate with each other. It is a fundamental process, and the first step of the many, that give RISE to Life. Thanx Google for definition..
A communication,
You don't take for Granted,
A tightly woven strand,
Your able to command.
And demand information,
To improve on its vibration.
To learn of past relations .
Breaking the chains,
Changing the Station.
Rising to Every occasion,
With faith and trust,
I do what i must.
Find the Stillness,
Become the witness.
Feeling each body part,
As we Embark into the Heart.
Feel it Open for You,
Skipping a beat,
Sending it through.
Straight to the helm,
The head starts to hum.
A chariot of fire,
Within this Energy Empire,
Stimulation of the Engine,
Signals its activation,
The sensation,
Rushing down your Spine.
Love Tingling down,
Tracing every Line.
Our Gift from The Divine,
Sending signals to every cell,
Making sure they're doing well.
They Can tell, of the sick ones,
And what needs to be done.
Feel The Healing That has Begun.
Have fun with your Machine,
Keep it balanced and Clean.
Don't be Mean.
It Knows everything,
Will do anything you ask,
Informing what it needs for the task.
Bask in the fact,
Cellular Integration,
Is a form of Communication,
We all can play a part in.
Ancients’ cognizance of Circles “all be it” acquired
knowledge...understood through expression
moving heaven to earth, hither to yon...
questions posited unceasingly, opposing thots
same side of incontrovertible proof felt not seen...
women sang songs reigning from the heavens
regaling self and others bequeathed with stirrings
internal knowing, sounds chime of longing
women dancing, circling round and round
star’s patterned exactness...reflecting heaven...
movement roused by passion...prevailing wisdom
carried forth by cellular division of another type,
we don’t altogether call to mind why...
impending assembled structures of activation appear
Circles of old, Circles of new...always replying
marking me, marking you...will you join me in this
now new, Circling lives forever within you!