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Gravity what is this force that keep us here
that stops our feet from touching air
Gravity, scientist's search
for the physic's gravitron
yet perhaps I think
their search might be in vain
Could it be the atom
where thoughts of force remain
the atom circles endlessly
with flowing rings of life
electrons flow around it
in different numbered strings
the valence energy levels
hydrogen links with oxygen
that's H2O to you
two hydrogen one oxygen
creates the water zone
with hydrogen
The levels build
with just an only one
the valence energy level
has just one single particle
just one electron searching
looking to complete
it's searching for another
and links with oxygen
oxygen has eight
The first level is complete
but now
it's more confusing
now there's level two
valence level two
Now seeks eight to be complete
oxygen has six and wants two more to share
two one's from hydrogen
and six from oxygen
with eight they're into sharing
and water is there name
but wait lets stop perhaps that wrong
maybe not complete
perhaps there's just a little more
the atom seeks to meet
a mild trace of energy
a mild form of pull
a gentle slight attraction
perhaps we've yet to meet
gravity's attraction
a mild form of force
could matter attract matter
could that be the simple source
the earth is made of matter
attracting us to it
The moon is just a sixth it's size
and gravity is weak
but then is space a vacuum
and empty bottle sucks
you empty out a bottle
and it suck towards itself
the earth would be in motion
the vacuum out in space
is pulling us towards it
well earth is pulling back
around and round in circles
around and round we go
opposing forces virtues
create's the life we know
granted Albert Einstien
believed it wasn't so
He believed that gravity
was formed from space and time
the curvature of space he said
created gravity
I have my doubts I think about
the atom all the time
I think the atom takes the prize
creating what we need for life
THE DESIGNER'S LAMP
Destiny an unsighted lamp someone lighted when you arrived
lights the unpaved path for you to complete the journey of fate.
The self-invented free-will envelopes your mind with a veil unreal,
the destination obscurely ordained you would reach for you should.
The essence of the unseen light floods your intuition unperceived
where you construct vagrant free-will in the realm of self-deception.
The designer’s lamp glows remotely during the time allotted to you,
its hidden rays would guide you all the way to the end for they should.
June 27, 2018
So you really want to be the "It" girl...
Having such beauty and grace
Surrounded by hundreds of friends
Let the world know that you're special
What it really takes to be the "It" girl...
Must you really have to look like a model?
Does it really need to be with complete perfection?
Or do you really need to be an attention-getter?
Why you really need to be the "It" girl?
Is it because you really want to be happy...
Maybe you really want to be loved by someone...
Or perhaps you really want to impress someone out there...
If you dare to ask me about all this
Or if you wish to give you a reason about all this
Let me tell you through a real good explanation
If you want to be truly happy for the both of us...
Seriously, don't try to be the "It" girl for me
Just be the "Real" girl - your honest true self
The Apostle Paul speaks here earnestly
of the importance to be cleansed
from every defilement of sin
clearing the dirt through our spiritual lens
This cleansing comes in God's power
through his divine merciful grace
praying in and through His Holy Spirit
telling of His love in constant praise
Holiness is so important to God
as scripture tells He's triple holy
proclaiming His pure godly character
to be clothed in holiness solely
Let us live in the fear of God
making us complete in Christ's name
having a right reverential fear
pointing heavenwards our constant aim
Underline with priority these words
cleanse, defilement, holiness and fear
bring them to mind regular and often
hear God's spirit in your inner ear
('let us cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body[a] and spirit, bringing holiness to completion in the fear of God.')
2 Corinthians 7: 1 (ESV)
"WINTER"
the beautiful season
of suspension
where we find
our true selves
hibernating
under sacred blankets
of wisdom won
dreaming of all
the days past, gone
in the never complete
and we dream
in songs
of the other life
approaching
beautiful,
inviolate,
lilting pure,
lighter, pristine,
more truer
than true
than the heavy
coloured cloaks
covering lost victories
in the dedicated Obscure
never wrong
never won
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
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(john 1:42 NIV)
“In Exile”, The Silver Tree/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/fjXqfjjFK_k
(john 1 NIV)
“O light! This is the cry
of all the characters
of ancient drama
brought face to face
with their fate.
This last resort
was ours, too,
and I knew it now.
In the middle of winter
I at last discovered
that there was in me
an invincible summer.”
(Albert Camus, L’été)
“A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him
for many reasons.
But the poet persists.
He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what
any of his fellow men say.
In his eternal search for truth,
the poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless
in a society built on time.”
(Kerouac)
"For small creatures
such as we,
the vastness
is bearable
only through
love."
(Carl Sagan)
“There are things known
and there are things unknown,
and in between
are the doors of perception.”
(Aldous Huxley)
"As Above, So Below"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_above,_so_below
https://linguaholic.com/linguablog/as-above-so-below-meaning/
https://wikireligions.com/as-above-so-below/
Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view
identifying grave error surrounding values
many in this world today are complete frauds
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive
The Kid had been arrested along with The Boys and Jesse Evans.
All were being charged with cattle rustling.
It was John Tunstall's livestock that had been stolen,
and he intended to press charges against all of them,
until he happened to see William H Bonney.
He seemed so out of place with this gang of ruthless thieves.
Mr Tunstall then spoke with the Kid privately.
"I will drop all charges against you for your testimony,
that my livestock was stolen by this gang of thieves,
afterward you're welcome to come and work for me.
Room and board will be absolutely free,
and you will earn a decent salary honestly."
Billy Bonney readily agreed
and so John Tunstall had the Kid released.
When they arrived at Tunstall's home he had a gift for the Kid,
a rifle and a horse complete with saddle gear and blanket.
This unexpectedly brought tears to the Kid's eyes.
"What's wrong son?" Mr Tunstall asked surprised.
"Nobody," said the Kid, "has ever given me anything in my life."
John Tunstall would become Billy's mentor.
John wrote home to his family the following in a letter,
"That kid never ceases to amaze me.
There isn't anything in the world he won't do to try and impress me.
I'm going to make one hell of a man out of that kid one day,"
but tragically John Tunstall got blown away,
by the ruthless monopolizing competition.
Partners Lawrence Murphy and Jimmy Dolan
sent a merciless gang of corrupt lawmen
to John Tunstall's ranch and murdered him.
Billy's second chance for a better life was no more.
John Tunstall's murder ignited The Lincoln County War.
(“And Dream of Sheep”, 2018, original encaustic)
I lay my head on surrealistic pillows
Mindscapes stretching out in all direction
What is up, what is down
What is in or out?
And in the dream sleep eludes me
Yet I wake refreshed from lifetimes elsewhere.
Women walk past, bound who knows where
Each a morsel savory or sweet, bitter or tart,
Complete in and of themselves
As only the female lifeform can be.
Men of every kind pass as well,
Not all determined, in the least, but all
Distinctly male, thus knowable
In every detail.
In this crowd I push upstream
Jostled by each in turn
And as we touch, for the briefest instant
Our lives meet, minds meld, and then
Off we go, particles adrift yet held
Within the net of magnetic poles.
Thus I sense the crowd
attract and repel in my wake.
Eventually I am alone
The sun has set
And full moon risen
Above in a great arc of starry heavens
A thin wispy cloud band runs north and south
Encompassing, in that moment,
The whole of Earth
Illuminated in rainbow light
Which I know, without a doubt,
Projected from my heart
Bridges high and low, in and out.
And in that moment
Conceived as whole
My life turns back
To friends and home.
And yet, so many miles to go
Before I wake, before I wake.
(9/26/25)
We have it all
Indeed we do,
both me and you.
The scandal crawling beneath the sheets,
outrageous claims shouted in the streets;
the gropes, the lascivious touches, firm untruthful lies
and only after much denial, comes the story chastised.
These are, shall we say, past almost forgotten indiscretions
made by so many legislative ineffective legends
as much more rises to a level of unanswered questions.
It's a power play, a need of complete control
how it is obtained is a wonder to behold.
Deflect the truth and place solid blame
on predecessors who once reigned.
Could we just focus here
this was suppose to be a turn around year
instead we throw away the progress made,
everything for which we already paid.
Months passed with little done
except for slippage on equality and guns,
no compromise, discussion or lack thereof pains
into the cold and dark of April rains.
The future held in promises begins to erode and wane.
I watched the moon. Hide once behind the clouds.
Do you know how many times you made me proud?
I'm gonna speak to them now. A million times allowed.
Because you are what, let me hide behind the clouds
Won't you turn around, please, and let me be seen?
For everything we are and everything that we've been..
I promise I'll complete you if you stay with me..
'Cause I remember the nights when you'd lie with me
And we'd talk and touch, and we'd fall asleep
I would wake in your arms and finally feel at ease.
I still have my shirt in a dresser drawer,
The one with the diamonds, which you liked at that store
Then life became a violent storm
Oh, how it's raining.
Oh how the water falls
I used to think we had safety.
That was set in stone,
But now I just miss you, and I lie awake. Left alone!