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Delusion and Reference
(Paranoia)
Once there was only one, not fun,
So then this became two, did moo,
But my mum thought there were two,
There was her, and then guess who,
God said this, that, she said, like glue,
So her and Him had chats with another one,
This to me made still two in the room,
But the room had three to happy her,
And to the other one with her, further,
They deludedly found her valid and clever,
So they never hissed at her nor did mur,
Such that to them in the room done,
There were also three in the room there hun,
Not to be bred, so him and her and Yun,
Simmered my symptoms which decayed,
My youth and I was subjugated dismayed,
Such that I am now discharged recently,
Not newly promoted without ropes concisely,
Didn't want to placate the man walking behind,
Erroneous paranoia is best left to fester inside,
And so I don't know why health professionals sit,
Without asserting this mistake of faith which does slit,
Numbers - if functionally for other people and the kids,
There’s three, and her factor always liaisons her upper lids,
Then there are three real people in the room, lipids,
To them, at medical appointments, healthcare visits,
Meetings, excuse the syllogising of a sought parallax hits:
So the real converser, the professional, they must cohere,
That mum’s views may be quietly rejected unsaid,
Subtly accepted but then bypassed in favour of the kid,
Who needs to be pulled up from the pit of loneliness, bid,
By the health professional who must relinquish resolutely -
Through paperwork just to file away the sinner here absolutely,
Because ABC to me means that there's two in the room,
When there’s only two in the room, tested, there's two chemically, boom,
Since hormones cannot combine with a metaphysical being to boon,
He will loon when dislocated occupations and displacement loom -
A mathematician is not an essayist and neither a fit bit a goon;
And therefore, please remember that you become what you've done,
Not what you've sung and altered, so when healthcare workers are spun,
You get paranoia, not mum by ego, if they don't bravely come into the sun.
Earth is the "being" that is evolving, "experiencing life," physically
The only evolution humans can contribute is in their spirit
As I said many poems ago, independence is a myth, but feel free
I write as my record - mere footnotes to the AKASHIC record
Play the part you "feel" you want; but Earth's destiny really reigns
The GOD I know is a Cosmic Being, all the planets are "His Body,"
Each body part and related organ has its own vibrations
Some of us are feet vibrations, will not be heart vibrations
(But as the Hindu Caste system - rightly taken - needed even Sudra)
We are in this together, Earth the Mothership matters most
When we die, we are at a lower vibration that when alive, hence a break!
But staying with evolution (Atlantis, some 12,000 years ago) helped us
By downloading the STARS into the earth, via the Pyramids (in 8 faces)
Allowed undulations of space-time, space-time, space-time, space-time
When we beings here say, "I am," we help Earth continue its Plan
We really have no plan for ourselves, we are like cells in the head, eye, toe
I did confess: all knowledge can help (Islam, Church, Hindu, Buddhist, Jew)
If we link our SPIRIT's journey with Earth continued evolution, too
"The Memory Man"** said, we a tad of Free Will: two tools in a "cage"
How we use these: a paintbrush and paint, is our FREEDOM: sealed room
Will we scratch at the walls to make a hole, with the brush?
Might be better to paint a window, or better yet, a door
Even stars on the ceiling, galaxies, as we may connect with constellations
That just helps us to cohere, put coherence in our thought-emotion-spirit
But most of all, know those who love Earth, have the download, we'd profit
In the joint enterprise to KNOW "Gaia" Earth - and her Cosmic Mission
**NOTE Argentinian-born Matias De Stefano remembers his life in Sirius & in the last days of Atlantis, 12 000 years ago. That knowledge was lost because it only passed by chanting & drinking water (which caught the vibrations of the wisdom). Google him & be prepared to have you head rocked.
Milton’s Paradise Lost is a book I sometimes dip into. For modern
readers it does not lend itself to a quick browse. It’s pretty clear from the
start who dunnit.
My version in paperback contains insightful explanatory notes.
Apparently “Science” in the Tempter’s words“ O Sacred,
Wise and Wisdom giving Plant, Mother of Science”,* being derived from the Latin verb “scire”, really means what we now understand as “knowledge”.
This note seems to be for the benefit of such innocents who are
unaware of the process of diachronic semantic change, and who
may also entertain misgivings about nuclear power plants.
Newton’s apple might jolt us into considering matters of considerable
gravity.
Today we are concerned more about fallout than with the Fall, more
with the atom than with Adam.
Science is not primarily concerned with moral questions, yet
we have all benefited from science. That science has also
furnished Man with the means of self-extermination and involves environmental pollution on a global scale we must accept as collateral damage, call it what you will.
Science is not primarily concerned with moral questions.
Even though scientific knowledge is based on the axiom that our sensory perceptions, the experiments, observations and theories of science cohere,
being phenomena in one and the same time-space continuum, a scientist
should not be diverted from his or her quest by troublesome thoughts about extraneous factors, be they social, political or moral in nature, that impinge on the awareness of one indivisible reality.
In Milton’s day “science” simply meant “knowledge”.
Milton was concerned with the problem of good and evil, the relationship of God and Man, the conflict between Truth and Mammon, not with the complex realities of our modern industrial high-tech world.
Perhaps cogito ergo sum, that premise of the modern scientific method, also has a moral dimension.
Milton’s Paradise Lost is a book I occasionally dip into.
Fate Of Mankind...
(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)
Cited in crosshairs of thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat everywhere
unlike sangfroid hermitage within Abbey air
habitués hosting religious peacemongers care
ring about spiritual well being, nsync by prayer
regular quotidian discipline dissociating scare
re: global apocalyptic genocidal holocaust sear
ring significant sinister malevolent electioneer
macabre mushroom clouds vitiating atmosphere
burnt offerings charred flora and fauna cohere
glommed together undifferentiated pulverized
conglomeration bespeaks devastated biosphere
survivors (if any) few and far between gallows
humor, sans mockery former Amazon billionaire
irrelevant wealth superfluous banked nightmare
*****sapiens like mummified zombies blinded by
light, eclipsed contaminated heavily sheltering sky
succor solemn deliverance bombed appallingly revere
inescapable damn earth bottled genii raiment austere
foretold prophecy regarding Doomsday clock spare
ring extra crispy char broiled ribs aplenty profiteer
awaiting her/him able to make a killing apprenticed
savvy entrepreneur opportunity, though no cashier
to pay, hence former Trumpeting strictly volunteer
job with bone fried benefits superior than Medicare
accompanied by death as fine companion buddy sincere
need not be grave concern, so minus annihilation and air
choking stench, viz total extinction moonscape sphere
flora obliterated only scorched landmarks thoroughfare,
humongous bajillion shades of gray cremated vaporware
vague hint former edifice Taj Mahal wanting consigliere
so opportunities galore to look as smoking hot fleshpot
overactive imagination helpful to conjure all in the
family Maude Lynn good times MASHup of yesteryear!
China laws philosophy…
Evil guts explained for evil moods. Much and more are tyrant wills. Easy bounces are Taiwan ways and wills. Taiwan peoples favored are peace. Muster one and gather all would be Taiwan forces.
Mutate life is times that changes. Solid laws are names that rules. Make our best efforts to build a better state.
Come expository teaching all may calm as laws.
China violent all are leader hearts. Fierce and cruel run the bloody worlds. Poses of Maoism get to lie to Marxism means. Equal laws should previous and pioneers all for china peoples. Powers must to you and toward U.S.D (humble workers).
Speak so stern and means to kill or oppressed some noble hearts that fight against commie by thoughts and speech. All enforced are martial laws are evil wills. So retained the truths our peoples need the rights. Cast our lights are better ways. China ways and laws are strict but wrong.
Literary persecutions all are china tyrant sins. China laws cohere needs are must for human rights.
COHERENTISM ways have cohered principals rater than abrupt china laws. MATERIALISM functions are central nervous. Most of all for peoples feels must be good. That is ways to china peoples. States are for peoples and with peoples and to peoples. Strongest laws should all with rations best to all. Rational psychology needs our views of breadth. Empirical says or rationalism both is rights. Laws and ways are both are forms reformed.
All our worlds may test by senses.
All our laws may call by cohered reasons that good to country peoples that come to best of earth. Natural laws have natural lights. Social treaties all are need abided.
Materialism equates our worlds of things and stuffs.
Who is who as only ideas? What is what as only ways?
However laws and matters all must exists even we are finished.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
The twittering of the birds singsonged by
As the mum night kissed the new spousal dawn
The daybreak entity by the beadsmen allegiance
Pour forth by the holy water along the river adorn.
Thrown by the kid, the pebble found by the street
To the river, that splashed water
Few drops dripped numbly by the curls so formed
The kid whispered to his ingenuity and smiled by his quiesce voice.
The aroma morning breeze by the garden of blossoms
Felt by the awaken passers, suspired softly by the fresh air
The late city woke up by the quotidian alarm
Tuning the frequency modulation to a baritone cohere.
Rushed along by the streets, horns hooted at the crossing
By the foot, the beggar sang for his solicitation
There by the stoplight the cop whistled to control the traffic
The politician in the ambassador with the siren went by.
Two teenagers spotted to fight on a fallacious note
And the one who passed over, enjoyed with a sarcastic tone
There a group of bunked educatees forgather with a guitar
And played a melodic line that absorbed the whole inclusion.
Lost in the city, the traveler acquainted with strangers
But when asked for his destination, he propelled to be familiar
There by the midst he heard his yell unheard by all
He rhymed his own verse through his journey sung by his own voice.
The twittering of the birds singsonged by
As the midday coerce felt sorry by the sunset jollity
The twilight entity by the soul mate hug and kiss
Enclosed by the memories with the birds nested by the eventide.
Felt by the kid, the numbness of the darkness
To the sound of beetles, that phantomed his thoughts
Few spoke with the silence as they heard the cozy tone
The kid then slumbered by the alloy felt rhythmically to his own.
Problems in the mirror may be further than they appear
Don’t fear when they’re near, they’ll soon disappear
help is here, let me give your mind a steer
I’ma just keep writin’ until it all appears clear
coming to you live from the heart, no veneer here
closing in on 10,000 hours quick, nothing will interfere
I’ll turn these words to a career, this is only the first tier
found what I love, don’t care about 0’s at the cashier
You're wasting your time if you wouldn’t do it as a volunteer
Please don’t call me a poet, call me a word engineer
Haha, I can joke too, not all my poems are severe jeers
Stop while you’re ahead though, bout to shift into next gear
Pay attention, learn more in a poem than an academic year
Spare the sneer, wont quit til I sear all that you adhere
Persevere, attackin’ ya from the front both sides and the rear
Steer clear, don’t need no one’s cheer, you cohere?
Probably bust a drum if I spoke this, cauliflower ear
You don’t have to like me, but I bet you will revere
Change my name to Paul, inform you bout the brigadiers
See what I did there? Re-read those past 2 if it’s unclear
My minds my weapon, unlimited ammo, bandolier
Fully automatic, spraying bullets at everything insincere
Blowing up everything you thought you knew, bombardier
You got tunnel vision, widen your view, belvedere
This flow is delicate, elegant, like a chandelier
This flow leave ya weak in the legs like a baby deer
This flow has many sides and it’s well rounded like a sphere
A pioneer on the frontier, might stop and shed 1 tear
They say a writer never dies, guess this is a souvenir
Catch me down under drinkin' a Bundaberg ginger beer
This poems a joke, obscene, call me Edward Lear
Hey there, I am known as fear
I'm pleased to see ya here
I'ma bout to switch the gear
It's game on mode from now, I fear
There's no escape,so stay near
get used to smell of fear all year
No need to hide in there my dear
Don't crawl under your bed in fear
bear with me while I get the air
in here clear
In this sphere drear and cheer
tend to enjoy the stage they share
Here, come in and lend me your ear,
if it bodes well with you we'll cohere
bend a knee and lean in, I'll steer
I hear, your lover ditched you for a beer
with a peer who admired his spear, then threw your way a drunken leer
oh my what a farce, heard you even shed a tear
When panic reared its ugly head with a sneer
Got you sizzling, hot enough to sear
Your poise chose to hide away at the rear
Face it, for now you're stuck with me fear
In an unlikely pairing we both failed to avoid
an airing of our fears will most likely follow to fill the void
We're both dread this feat we have to attempt
tempting as it may be to be devoid of all joy
I feel your heart we'll somehow fill with fearsome fun
Plenty awesome stuff we'll do together as one
But first of all entice your fears to fess up
Allow them space to evolve and rise up
Don't feed into the need to allow your fear to fester
With a firm stance assert your place at the helm
As one who thrives on challenge, you'll rule your realm unfazed
A bold creator and master of your own fate, you'll raise the sceptre
Then I, fear your faithful ally will step up
to set up a tasteful plate, pleasing to the palate
It will be ours to enjoy and share
Hearts full of cheer
At last, free from fear
Form:
'O' mom, O' mom..
Am sweet baby,
Thou love the most;
Mom a preceptor and
Play partner of mine;
Cohere me in arms,
Never left alone;
Inspired me in each stage,
Taught me from crawling,
To walk then talk;
Stage by stage I learned
All primary needs of life;
Situation changed,
When reached at 4,
Mom shoved me to school,
From play school to Lkg, Ukg,
Then to grade one and so on..,
In my play and learning age;
Why, oh why, my mom,
Don't see my cry;
I carry load of books,
More than my weight;
The purpose don't know yet;
I learn more, while I play,
Than cramming bulky filthy books;
As a cub learns chasing prey,
While in play with mom;
The torture doesn't end here;
I go to tuition, copy and paste,
From the books to brain;
Cram lessons over and over,
Rehearse verbally and write,
Until Ego of mom or teachers,
Is quenched;
Scares me, haunts in dreams too,
The stress and mental agony,
Is severely painful and tiring;
The pain I endure,
During school and home work,
Is more torturing,
Than hardship of a child worker,
In farm or factory;
Can you spare us some freedom,
For our own dream, creative plays,
To evolve our own instinct;
We are kids, don't bury us,
Under your snide ego,
And heavy unneeded books;
As even eagle before the prey,
Pinpoints distance, speed, timing,
And agility of the prey and self,
Without the help of mathematics
In books;
Animals too know the saving,
Leftover for future,
After quenching hunger,
Without the books of economics,
We are taught;
The experience teaches,
Than the books;
© sadashivan nair
I am here for a purpose, and I need to fulfill it.
I felt the echo of footsteps in my spirit.
Rhythmic rigor with a sense of fairness,
God utters, "I am your force and all awareness."
What makes our little earth run?
Is it tied to an inner bond with the sun?
Fastidious warmth pervades the space.
Some people adore the moon face.
To the heavens, I felt a profound affinity.
Electrons whirled in the air as pulses of divinity.
Amygdala was aroused by the sense of oneness.
The world is fertile and dotted with goodness.
I have an inner relationship with flowers.
inner peace, inner graceful power.
I find an inner link with birds in the sky.
Freedom reigns, and they soar and fly.
It absorbs the resonance and is swallowed.
It goes from edge to edge and is wallowed.
The natural world does seem to cohere with me.
and, since the dawn of man, in true harmony.
Ah, ultimate vitality! Feel my absolute death.
bestow on me the sight of life and vivid breath.
Tiny soul, you and I will live on in memory.
A freed horse will forget the cart sensory.
Within the sway of one's own raving vanity
Truth wishes to be a layer on top of all sanity.
Oh, Lord, your glance makes me cry.
Your might and wisdom soothe my sigh.
And when I'm scared, I wonder if he's aware.
By taking my hand, he gets my base of care.
The wellspring of my fortitude and ambition,
To the core of my being, there's no suspicion.
Written: January 19, 2023
Source Of Our Awareness
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