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What’s natural is rarely kind.
It’s what grows in leaps and bounds
From chaotic paranoia in the abstract
To orderly mitosis in the particular
An avalanche of exponential divisions
Until all resources are consumed
All space filled
And the cancer of desire
Meets its end.
Death is the end after all
And likewise the beginning
Each moment needing a start and stop
Somehow jumping the gap between,
Flavoring the next
With the scent of the prior.
The horrible truth is everything that is,
Is natural,
With it’s own particular shape in time and space
Whether man-made or not, random or not,
Or by design
By who knows what, how or why.
We can do our best to make it different, but
Nature still is rarely kind
Because it always has the bigger picture,
Firmly held within it’s mind.
(11/22/24)
Emerging sex scandal on the "Gaza flotilla": the organizer slept with all the activists. The "key organizer" of the world's most humane flotilla engaged in intimate relations with numerous mission participants right on board. On previous flotillas, Israeli military reported finding an anomalously large number of used and new condoms on the vessels. Was Greta Thunberg among them—we have no clue.
They went to break though sea blockade
Bring light to needy Palestine
A worthy cause when one is jade
A trip of orgy, by design
The amazons of our times
Or rather "dames on the loose"
Accuse Zion of awful crimes
For "noble cause" enjoyed abuse
To screw like there's no tomorrow
Abandon hubbies and proceed
Support Hamas, by moans and sorrow
No doubt, a courageous deed
When yacht becomes a battleground
Heroic act was their protest
Thereafter, all went homeward bound
Tight-lipped about "two bar" test
April 15, 2026
Aioue (pronounced A-wah, with no emphasis on either syllable) is a way of seeing and living in the reality of the Source of all things. The word comes from the notion that it is made up entirely of vowels, which create the least amount of conscious intervention in the breath. Breath is the very definition of consciousness on any level. It is the eternal and the temporal, residing in a one syllable word. The Hebrew word for God sounds vaguely, phonetically like breathing and keeps the tongue out of the way. Aioua has the same idea at its core and by design keeps any further human ideals out of its existence.
Life is (re)animated when Aioua’s name enters again into you. It is spoken with every rhythmic cycle of breathing and returns to its source when you or anything that possesses it can no longer speak it. All sentient things are eternally uttering the reality of that which it borrows its life from.
One does not need an exhaustive volume of systematic theology to live in its light. There is more than enough in this simple 5 vowel English word to keep any planet fully occupied for as long as it exists. Indeed, the more we add well-meaning but short sighted philosophical meat to it in order to understand it, the more rancid and exclusive it becomes, a product of a higher functioning world more focused on amassing and weaponizing knowledge than on pure intrinsic understanding.
Aioue speaks.“Use my name to live in peace with each other, but stay away from the planet of Europa”. What’s on Europa, you ask?… my point exactly. Dump your questions and don’t build a sub-culture in it’s name. Each time you come around, live and breathe and die in it. Plenty of discoveries remain in the known universe to whet your curiosity. Too many think they know better and have attempted to land on another planet looking for answers that are not to be had, and too many innocent people have suffered as a result.
This primal understanding has been inside us since before the first religion was erected.
I turn on the TV and what do I see
Another unarmed teen
Shot dead in the street
When I see this
Really what's on my mind
Is the way
This has all been done
By design
All the hatred being spread
Across the country worldwide
Now it's out in the open
At one time they would hide
Families split at the border
The mention of the wall
Economic collapse
And the dollar still falls
Martial law on its way
It's coming just wait
As they continue to promote
Nothing but hate hate hate
U can say what u want
But I speak what I see
But what i see is injustice
For him them and me
It's the haves and have nots
If u have not then u screwed
Get pushed to the side
And treated so rude
The police the new Klan
Yea I said it so what
Everything nowadays
Is just so corrupt
All our freedoms at stake
If we don't stick together
So don't just take it lightly
Another storm we must weather
You saw me in a softened light
Like something you could hold too tight
But baby, I’ve been breaking slow
You know, you know
You kneeled like I was everything
But love don’t come with angel wings
And what you wanted, I’m not sure I owe
You want me kissing on your mouth and loving like a sailor
But I’ve been lost at sea and I’m no good at being braver
You think I’m holy, but I’m haunted by your favor
And every time you touch me, I forget I’m just a stranger
We get a little dirty, and we’re right back where we start
You sleep so you can find me, but you’re pulling me apart
You sleep so you can find me, but I’m buried in the dark
You put my fingers to your lips
Like secrets wrapped in sinking ships
And swore that no one else had
Stuck quite like that
I tried to numb it down with space
But nothing ever takes your place
Even pain, you wore it like a badge
You want me kissing on your mouth and loving like a sailor
But baby, I’ve been drowning, not a fighter, not a savior
You say I’ve got you covered, but I’m shaking underneath
I sleep so I can leave you without saying what I mean
We get a little dirty, and we wipe away the truth
You sleep so you can see me, but I’m not the same to you
You sleep so you can see me, but I never sleep for you
We could run away to every room inside my mind
You’ll be the danger, baby, I’ll pretend I’m fine
We’ll laugh at all the things we swore were by design
We’ll stay until the silence starts to blur the line
Finding love in play all by design
Working overtime to keep one that is all mine
Magnetic powers not able to tow the line
Letting another love go that fails to define
Why must my life be filled with so much sorrow
I just want the kind of love that last for all my tomorrows
Opening my heart when it always seems to get blown apart
Laying my life out there being honest from the start
Lord is it possible that I may have some broken parts
Or is cupid just shooting blank darts
Can't put my finger on the reasons why
Always looking for the next love to try
Love that will reach out to touch the sky
With a woman who will find no reasons to ever lie
Things like that always seem to break this guy
Believing she is out there eager to fly
Needing this kind of sizzling hot love before I die
Not one where it all means saying goodbye
A real lady who will always look me in the eye's
Not one I will end up having to despise
Believing the right woman is out there
Ready to invest her heart and play fare
Has the ability to show her loving care
Lord, I know you hear my longing prayer's
Send me the right one without so many layers
I will await that special flower
Making sure to water it every day so it will tower
Love soaring through life hour after hour
Sharing the kind of love that will blossom as it flowers
Delegation by Design
Delegation by design, God calls the faithful to serve,
In His house with purpose, with passion and nerve.
To serve the Master is a calling so high,
With honor and joy, with hearts lifted high.
We’re not all called to every task or place,
But each is appointed by God’s perfect grace.
Deacons and deaconesses, chosen to stand,
In service and love, by His sovereign hand.
A life that is holy, no twisting, no game,
Just living for Jesus and lifting His name.
With wisdom and kindness, integrity too,
Reflecting Christ’s image in all that you do.
A role by His choosing, a sacred design,
According to Scripture, it is a divine calling.
To live to a standard both steady and true,
At home and in service—His light shining through.
A deacon, devoted, in covenant stands,
With purity guiding his heart and his plans.
The deaconess also walks each day humbly,
In Christlike reflection along the same way.
Though some may resist or not understand,
Stay faithful and steady, upheld by His hand.
For you are appointed, entrusted, aligned,
Set apart for His glory—delegated by design.
Together in unity, growing as one,
Serving with purpose till the work is done.
For Jesus, our Savior, the perfect example,
Left heaven to serve in humility’s temple.
So walk in compassion, be humble and kind,
In this sacred calling so carefully designed.
Give glory to God in all that you do,
Let Christ be the model reflected in you.
For those who serve well, a promise is given,
A crown of life waiting, a reward straight from heaven.
So be faithful to the end, let your light brightly shine—
A servant of Christ, by delegation divine.
A place to raise your glass
or raise the hair right off your head
Where liquor flows and tongues will wag,
be warned of what is said
A place where open secrets
bare desires to fulfill
And nearly every fantasy
to satisfy at will
Anonymous in nature
are the patrons you will find
And you can be yourself and
take a trip of any kind
Wedding vows and high hat bows
are left outside the door
And once you dare to come inside
you’ll find you’re wanting more
How to find this wanton place
when you’re up to no good
Just turn the corner, take the path
and penetrate the wood
This place is so revealing
you cannot miss its sign
A hidden space, clandestine love
its name is by design
Who might you meet, a husband
or a wife inside this pub
Just take a stroll inside your head
for therein lies “The Rub”
If you had to pick...what’s your kind of comic
Do you find you pine for slick ironic
Or get behind a line that’s quick..sardonic
Opined by design.. aligned to resigned laconic
Unkind with the mic..sick at taking the mick
Defined by sly dry wry alcoholic hyperbolic frolic
Or less refined grind.. moronic the comedic tonic
Swoon at boons of the goons or cynics picnics going manic
Ready as lampoons buffoons with an unsteady heady histrionic
Idiosyncratic…emphatic witticisms..feeling victims reeling.. erratic panic
Keen lyrical hysterical mean criticisms scene stealing whims.. talismanic
What about who croons your tunes …go slow..metronomic
Choose the muse & fuse of rhythm & blues.. free flow tectonic
More giddy Philly Delfonic than tidy Taffy Stereophonic
Or raw roaring baselines scoring plus eleven ..soaring supersonic
Soul or rock & roll heaven.. acolyte delight.. bright totemic
Atrocious Metal in ferocious fine fettle...furiously demonic
Bespoke notes of sublime folk strokes always curiously bucolic
Pizzazz…elite razzmattaz of jazz.. seriously neat hedonic
Classical..technical feat regalia…deliriously sweet symphonic
Dance hall & reggae.. calypso beat.. all imperiously euphoric
Quadrophenia paraphernalia or more quadrophonic
Wurlitzer chutzpah delightfully or frightfully electronic
Tip top non stop hip hop drops like Dre’s the Chronic
Don’t do generic…when you could do mesmeric
Wiggles or giggles.. this is a witty ditty polemic
To big up shindigs..grins at gigs..sins at jigs…guffaws & encores..stratospheric tunes & comic buffoons..scores on the doors...simply iconic!
Faded out by design and the voices are getting louder
Troubled by past dececions and actions I'm fumbled
Filled with nothing but rage and anger I falter
Cursed by God and punished by the one's curising
Terrible danger utter darkness forsaken not
Two by Three Equals madness
Covet no man's possessions
Kill thy coward who wears the mask of Deception
Decieve all man by naught
I look to the stars to find my path to Heaven
If there's a way out of Hell there's a way to Heaven
Hell is like a nice vacation compared to what I feel.
Bones crushing and flesh ripping is beautiful
Machine line from Auschwits buring bodies
Covers from the U.S Goverment will give you polio
I choked out the nigga and the last thing he saw was the price tag