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LONG LIFE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ONE
While walking in the misty morn of yore
One dismal dark decaying depraved day
I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city
Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun
Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder
Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts
Of dangerous terrible acts to come
All around me in this strange era we live in
This orange alert perpetual fearful times
Constant fear, and overwhelming dread
Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists
Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner
Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore
Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens
Murdering them in their sleep
Blowing up schools
Blowing up buses, cars, buildings
Murdering in the name of their demented god
Screaming God is great as they behead us all
As I walk down that street
In the dead calm of the early morn
Filled with fulsome fears of who know what
I look up and see a giant gargoyle
Looking down at me
Smirking at me, laughing at me
I yell out to the gargoyle
Say, Mr. Gargoyle
What is so damn funny
Don't you know there is a terror alert
Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?
The gargoyle laughed and laughed
Said, terror alert? What a loud of crap
As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,
"It don't mean ****; it doesn’t mean ****"
Nothing but prime BS
Designed to keep you in your place
He laughed and laughed
Soon all the gargoyles of the city
Were in open revolt
They jumped off their perches
And started marching around
Chatting
Peace is War, War is Peace
Truth is a Lie, lies are Truth
The Truth Will Set You Free
All Hail the Great and Powerful One
as soul eternal
in the womb of space
we are the all that is
albeit as a module
containerised in form
to learn by touch
the truth of love
in this dualistic realm
of sharp contrast
in stillness we expand
becoming the universe
then opt to enter trance
that we may play our role
as does an actor on stage
feeling pangs of separation
and the exhilaration of union
to transmit this suffering
as also unbound euphoria
to ourself in singularity
where such learning is denied
bilocating thus boundaries blur
as we wake up in the dream
conjured conspiring with God
who we are sure will promote us
to another domain to continue
as a beacon of living light
borrowing His power and wisdom
as also His infinite love
that our soul may slowly blossom
fulfilling our ultimate destiny
Nondual Listening
Co-Incident Id-Entity
Co-Arising Empathy
fertile EarthMother revolution
Pupils notice
left-deductive
reductive
conflating
labeling
commodifying
dividing
Left from Right dominance.
JustUs Rights
restoring Earth's evolutionary co-arising:
harmonically polyculturing Beloved Communion,
resonantly resilient longing
to belong co-equivalent with Left.
JustUs Permaculturing Mentor
mutually messianic co-redeemer
spiritual health as natural wealth intent
through resiliently wealthy
resonantly healthy
ego/ecotherapeutic praxis:
"Permaculture" as paradigm
designing organic zero-centric whole system therapeutic frame
for designing win/win development,
evolving seasoned revolutions within spacetime
Nondual co-incidental co-arising
Hosts inviting Polycultural Co-Passioning Parasites
Love consumers
and Life producers
DeComposers and ReGenerators,
mutually coherent co-operations
merging healthier polycultural nature environments
within and without conspiring landscapes
more polypathically healthy
than monoculturally unwealthy
Co-redemptive economics of naturally healthy
political wealth,
nondual bi-iconic in/ex-formation balance
zen system of co-arising dipolar discernment
co-manifesting Nondual Win/Win Destiny
EarthTribe dying and living
co-developing exhaling and inhaling
both summer's fullness and winter's purgative hibernation,
enlightenment's fullness and dual-dark embryonic emptiness
optimizing Left's deductive/inductive syntax
and Right's Win-Win eco-normic codex
Sustaining cooperative +Yang/(-,-)Yin equivalent balance
double-bound temporal flow as prime co-binary function
EarthTribe's
Permacultural Sacred Commons
recomposing root-systemic empowerment
at crowning zen-speed
of core-chi bicameral enlightenment.
Polycultural MetricSyntax
+/- C's dipolar appositional co-relationship
Physically Full/MetaPhysically Empty
Zen-Tao-Mahakalpa
NonDualistic CoBinary Prime
Crown/Root 0-Soul.
On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Uncanny things creep
and scurry in forgotten realms
where Poseidon reigns in dark
crumbling cathedrals built
to worship cryptic gods from
outer voids darkest empires
What hell is this of undiscovered divinities
Babylon burns as nations
of man conspiring to touch
the face of an imperfect god
sink to depths deeper undefined
What afterbirth of leviathan
hide in secret chambers
plot damnation to human minds
insanities spawn monstrosities
that doom mens soul and break their realities
In sight of this forgotten Babylon
Along a desolate Mesopotamian shore
What powerful unrecorded species
dwell with in this annihilated place
Where strange creatures akin
to the human race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Ode to Lovecraftian lore…
Serenading voices of snow geese thrum in the morning sky
Unrivaled is the clangor of their echoed gabbles in October
Songs of Fall ride on the wind as russet leaves begin to fly
Unrobed are trees; stripped bare, looking bereft and sober
Ripened are amethyst crops of corn and grains in the field
Rivaled by a soft golden glow of the gibbous harvest moon
Undeniably beautiful, when in October its glow is revealed
Seduced by its romantic luminance, lovers kiss and swoon
On All Hallow's Eve, I see scary costumed trick-or-treaters
Feasting on candy given by generous household greeters
Ode to October, there's a chill aloft, whispering in the air
Conspiring with Mother Nature in such a glorious season
This pleasant month arrives with a stir of festive fanfare
Offering a kaleidoscope of colors, and with good reason ~
Brushes in artists hands paint landscapes of Autumn days
Eagerly, I welcome those dazzling hues that seem to blaze
Rife with splendid riches, I chant October's songs of praise
~ October 2, 2020 ~
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23-Seasonal Acrostic Contest
~ Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh ~
Birds used to be dinosaurs
humans used to be monkeys
things are moving fast
The world’s conspiring to endow me with agency.
Are we sure this is the right decision?
They have us in dissections and anatomy labs,
microscopy in histology and simulations in clinical skills.
Professors are saying things like,
“in preparation for your hospital rotations.”
Shut up! Stop this runaway train. Seriously, slow down.
Here’s a peek inside my brain - a typical med-school weekday:
5am wake, coffee, organize my bookbag.
5:30-6:45 jog (with my escort Charles)
6:45-7:10 a shower and stuff
7:10-7:30 breakfast, toast with coffee
7:30-8:00 homework review with coffee
8:00-8:30 commute with coffee (maybe write a poem?)
8:30 AM to 5–6 PM, classes, blending lectures, small-group sessions, tutorial and practical labs and self-study.
6:30 Arrive back home, disheveled, for 1 hour of study with coffee, a shower and stuff (maybe write a poem?).
8pm dinner and coffee
8:30-11:30 ‘Méthode des J’ (recall injection studies) and coffee
Rinse and repeat, Monday through Thursday. Forgive the data dump, but I’ve been asked
My watch is so judgemental
It’s been giving me low sleep scores (low 40s).
I fall asleep quickly and sleep softly until..
Argh!! Who set that f-ing alarm?
.
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Songs for this:
One Two Three - Hooverphonic
Chain Gang by the pretenders
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/22/26:
disheveled not neat or tidy.
Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite sea
Drifting straight into eternal oblivion.
Yet time can ne'er erase all memories,
And special ones will always linger
In the obscure corridors of my mind.
Hence I can never forget my dear,
The night that we first met.
Were not that night the stars conspiring
To throw a luminous light on our love?
Did not the twinkling stars shoot out their ways
In the clear expanse of nightly sky?
There under a lonely carob tree,
Where dry old leaves crackled
Under our woollen spreads,
You smiled graciously at me
And suddenly I knew
How eager was I for a love so true.
We were like two of those gems above,
Shooting their way across the skies.
And fate decreed that those two stars should meet
In an astral collision and fuse into a lasting blast.
Light sparkled above sublimely
An ethereal fireworks display,
That lasted for one long memorable moment,
But the light in our love will last
Until the end of our days.
Regardless of the ever slow and piercing passage of more than two centuries, her sapphire eyes still remain encrusted in my memory, like precious gems on an ancient fallen crown.
Only fractures and scars remain of the come-and-go parades of fabricated love, which served only as the ground to sow the seeds of my own desolation.
Like a hand grasping thorns, is the stigma of knowing the punishment of her absence has not yet ended, and that I again, will not have in this life her guidance, her light and presence.
Images flecked with dust twirl in my mind, to the rhythm of the arrhythmia of my eternally consternated heart.
As if conspiring, time managed to abrogate all its forgiving powers and magical healing, although I admit that the constant remembering of her love, like a refreshing ever flowing brook, has always been the very best of every day in each life, briefly relieving my withered and shattered spirit.
Losing myself in the memory of the thousand details of her Venus like beauty, gives me life, flares up my senses and wafts me through the swirling smoke of hours burnt.
Clinging on passionately and frantically to the memory of the essence of her loving way, I am momentarily able to perceive this empty world, as paradise.
I miss the way her soul breathed, and how every time it gently approached mine, I´d be engulfed by the violet halo of her auric light, taking me to heaven here on earth.
I remember the glory embodied in her poised grin, as she realized how I became bewitched when she described with her mellifluous voice, details of the impossible love she felt for me.
I miss her intriguing yearning for the science of the pneuma, and the amazing knowledge she possessed about the laws that rule the merging of souls. She taught me that love conceived thus, is the only force that governs and transcends the infinite, inheriting the power to enrich life wherever it may be.
I miss her intense urge to make me a better person, despite knowing just how difficult it would be.
An unforgivable mistake from my part, left her without option, forcing her to remove me from the magnificence of her life, leaving me adrift between the jaws of the three mysteries of time, and into the hands of living death.
"There is a sorrow on the air
I taste
but cannot name."
Nickole Brown
We are a conspiring sour in the air,
a wonder through perspiring space and time
I taste
but cannot name
and fear to swallow.
We work and flirt with homelessness
for extended family Earthlings,
street people
nestless birds
forestless bears
airless eagles
sightless patriots.
My health goal is not,
as is, perhaps, your wealth homing instinct,
to end homelessness
but to re-begin paradise,
to renew robustly loving global nests
breasts
breaths
deaths for natural spiritual causes.
Which invites cooperating ownership of sour smells
supporting personal and political authority
to raise responsible robust future history
real-time regenerators
playing WinWin eco/theological games
Cooperatively loving challenged smells of climate opportunity
and awesome weathered sights
of future Earthless risk
of stampeding homelessness
where cooperative governors dwell
within social sanctuary development
we cannot name
so fear to swallow.
Lake Natron
the story goes
a guy meets a woman, his friends know he really really likes her.
They wrote another friend of theirs to inform him of the happenings
they had been advise to tell the woman that another one of their
friends would really like to meet her and they often play this game with women.
Well the original guy takes the women on a vacation on the Amalfi Coast there
they dock and oranges and lemons are loaded onto there ship. The fragrance
enchants her. While on the boat a half bird and half woman creature perched on the ship and watched them as the kiss and embraced steering for the whole duration of there play. Then after an hour of steering the creature spoke. " o shall lake she us o no?" And then again the creature said "Si, shall stand us shall then be there?" After this the guy spoke and said what is your purpose: and the creature took to the skies and circled over head. Than in a passing sweep it grabbed the too and flew then miles and miles away. And when it had reached it's destiny it dropped them in to the lake. There they turned to stone. After turning them into stone the creature flew them back to where they had got the oranges and lemons. And placed in the garden. There for an eternity they shall stand that they refused not to love.
People do the bare minimum to spite others, often as a deliberate, calculated action designed to impose harm or send a message while expending any effort. This behavior acts as a form of punishment or emotional manipulation to hurt, or control.Hylia the Evil goddess did this to stop the people form loving one another and found these two were the source of humans conspiring to do other mischievous things to one another. Friends support not distort was the lesson she wished to teach.