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already naked
estimating time
of arrival suggest
coordinates for my
backyard positioning of
my uncoordinated body
leaving a bit of flexibility
in case of a need for any
slight rearrangements i
might need to make in
deed because this is
poetics not rocket
science and in
fact it's a
landing
not a
launch
i see her
here she
comes
right
there yet
they say
they all
look
the same
but to know
her is to love
her so i know
even though
it's the first
snow of
the year
it's clear
in this
stormy
sky that
that is her
that i see
falling
and that
though she has never
seen one she has all
this time been one
as we all are if we
agree to see our
selves as such
but she may not know
since never seeing
snow that each
flake is never
the same so
each is an
individual
so now standing
all this time still out
standing running down
my check list
naked
backyard
craning neck
outstretched arms
frozen so
statuesque
swooning like
a swan
an ice sculpture
needing just
one small
fixture
my bay
door
mouth
opens
and out
comes
my tongue as far as i can extend
it
sticking out as
a landing strip
for her
star ship
body bound
delicate now
a snowflake
which after
all this
time
she
melts
in my
mouth
Form:
Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
The dancing fires are its own
Daring its flame we can never touch
Playing beyond forces unknown
Burning with only a purpose as such
Catching its fire with eyes reflecting upon
Painful yet luring, ghostly and seductive
We see if only to see beyond
And unless seen, we are limited and unproductive
Burning with intent... I possess the passion
Yet furiously trap remains my limit without means
My every single day without completing life's mission
Am I wasting my spending life in ever dreams?
And its colors coordinates its single purpose
Raging without remorse as it fuels me to death
Ways without are without ways worth
How much more in my nearing end am I left?
I can understand its power
Because the dancing fires are of my own
Everyday disappears for my dying hour
Am I the stranger in my own unknown?
#Take_my_hand
Take my hand and let's runaway, away from everything and everyone, run afar with our both eyes closed, run into the deep depths of our love, to learn the secrets of own hearts and that of the mind, to figure our own thoughts of each other, to understand better our hearts language, to seek the unknown, to explore and discover the unknown, hidden in untapped edges of our own hearts
Take my hand and ask no further questions, let me lead our love to directions never being captured by coordinates, maybe there we will discover by ourselves, what it really means to be in love and to love each other more without what poets and the scriptures recites, allow me to be selfish to want you all to my self, allow me to be a coward for fearing to be with you in crowds, away from all sorts of distractions and worldly temptations
Maybe I love you way too out of the ordinary, to envy being out of your side, maybe I fear for my love safety in crowded world, maybe I just really wanna have you all to myself, maybe to love you better, treat you better and just to be a better half for only you
Take this hand, let's take this leap of faith, palm to palm ready for what may come, to test and shake what we have, the test of time and nature. Heard; stronger bonds are made in the womb, take my hand and let's go and create our own artificial worldly womb, to fortify this bond, our bond
Maybe taking you by hand would grant me enough time to stare closely into your eyes, pass fiercely through all the disappointments and pain you have went through and the savegery of life to you and maybe by luck I'd reach and still find not all your soft edges, unscrapped all, by this world and there I would set our own lil fire of love and we would warm ourselves with and watch it as it gains it's momentum and maybe we learn the side of love no one has ever explored, just trust your hand in mine, hold my hand, take this hand of mine
#Poetic_Ink
There's some urge in me that makes me want to dance. Dance the dizzying spin
of childhood again until I fall still, mimicking the lifeless on the grass and laugh
with the scent of dirt and air and life. No fear
of the unclean. Or the co-mingling scent of alcohol-laden
sweat or the lingering eyes of intoxicated men.
No music but the wind. This simple want is simple enough
to mend. So the un-doing must be my vice. But it's unwanted
and I'm thinking twice. What the heart wants is wild. Primal.
Behavior is not a spontaneous thing,
but a learned reaction. Like the fear of being seen
for too far gone and past the customary
stretch. I've been afraid. But nobody wins
without starting the race for the long-haul
even if it turns out to be a short spin. Nobody knows
and that's the thing
and the irony about what we know. If you want to taste the fruit
you might have to risk falling from the tree. It's the anecdote
of craving for the wild. And we all do.
So there's that cliche "passion for adventure".
I want to feed it what it craves and watch it spring up forbidden fruit
undeterred. Uncontrollable. Bloom into a raging obsession
that's dangerous. But it's a dangerous game,
and it's all about the novelty of a thing. That's how I know the game
is still wild. Right alongside our securities and self-inflicted
responsibilities that take front seat to the natural methods
we make to survive.
And there's suburban housewives,
and seven o'clock dinners
in the bigger houses for the biggest winners.
But we're never really cultured because culture's a lie.
We're just reprimanded too many times and the sameness
is weeded out through the television lines telling us stories
about the difference that coordinates the violence.
But people have to have their vices.
A way to let out the wild hoping for ways that appear tame,
if we give them a proper name just like our actions in the dark.
Or the things we want to do when nobody's watching,
and so we learn pretend games instead
until the feeling is dead.
Or expressed or repressed. And sometimes we joke about
the urges.
But it only gives the wild a different name.
These constellations appear like this here
they are completely different on
other planets.
There are four places in this galaxy
that the star Shiva appears at the top of a constellation
ironic the coordinates are the same
even though the sizes and distances from the star
are completely different it appears at the top of
the constellation.
one is a lobster shaped creature named
Usdain on Vulcanite
Posiden on the Moon of Grindolce it's a
constellation of a ram type figure
Munise Gambee a carnivous fangusaur in the
Talapian sky on Talpania 15 and on the astoid
Frillsanite
the tip of a twelve pointed star.
On this asteriod where Galiummite is mined
a myth that says the figure
was branded into the top of
a platue by the God Miersirr who
dared the worships of Brinsh to climb the plateu
it took them 122 years
to see the sight
as they feared the God Brinsh, the constructed a flying machine to see
the sight.
It is beleived that this was done
only ten years after the myth was first told.
But Brinsh punshed them with
dummbest
as the inhabidats thought the vessal was evil
and the works of pagans.
they to are foolish like the Earthlings were before
you developed Space and Aeriel Vessal Captain.
An insult Commander? No Captain
an observation.. There on this asteriod
are minerals that can power a spacecraft for decades.
All we have to do is go there and either ask or fight them for it.
Is there an atmoshere, yes the asteriod is just under the classification of moon, it has an atmoshere substanablae for all except Dr. Lopigiuse.
A missten elemnt and moniter will have to be worn
due to the Calite and lack of nitre in the atmoshere which is a benifet to all of the crew except for him.
This atmoshere will improve the athletic ablities of us all except for, interurting yeah I know the good Doctor.
From
.La'An Noonien-Singh
Triquarter Actaul Account
Arturia Analog Lab
MAYDAY! MADAY! MAYDAY!
Can anyone hear me!?! Over...
This is the USS American Liberty…
We have capsized in the sea of despair...
coordinates...21st century, 45th U.S. President...please send emergency hope, over...
MAYDAY! This is a MAYDAY!
We have but a few short weeks of rationale
before sinking into an uncharted abyss...please respond! Over....
PLEASE! SOMEBODY! MAYDAY!WHERE IS EVERYONE? The fabric of our identity was founded and built and broken and mended again on the frequency of a decent and lawful society, has the country left the whole band to follow one trumpet? Is it......over? Over….
~Jeannie Cronin
So intimate is, spectrum of love hues sublime
Vivifying our body, through touch sensory
As we meld into ambedo trance every time
Rekindling thereby, our pristine divinity
Sensuality heightened, if we be present
Imbibing subtle nuances within our heart
Thought rested awareness, flowing with the current
At each instant, throb of bliss ignition restarts
So intimate is, our continual breath flow
Pranic energy, percolating within deep
Moment to moment, innate aliveness aglow
As the nectar divine, into our pores does seep
Mindful presence, equal both within and without
Radiating a mysterious magnetism
No desires remain, onto which ego may grout
Endearing eye, bridging narrow thought form chasms
So intimate is, touch of lovers holding hands
In silence, exchanging love electricity
Their auras intermingling, gently understand
Tranquil fulfilment, thus in continuity
A walk along the beach, waves lapping up the shore
Soft moonlight enlivening the play of delight
Love in love with love for love alone, yearns for more
Teasing caress divine, radiant day and night
So intimate is, the flow of our innocence
Flitting gently from sensation to sensation
Void and manifestation merged in this parlance
A seamless continuum of meditation
Our vaporised self, assigning no preference
All life coordinates having equal appeal
Sensual vibrancy of the divine dream dance
Renews afresh that bliss throbs we so fully feel
Oh hermit! Each touch intimate and sensual
Lived from our stillness fulcrum, as Gods miracle
31-January-2021
Creeping contraction
Marring bliss elation
The latent craving
Seeking quicker enabling
Cannot be denied
As coordinates are sized
By lower mind
We imagined left behind
Each desire egoic lust
Specious logic thrusts
Causing a ripple
Making complex the simple
We view this oscillation
With nonchalant attention
Recognising the confusion
Owing to body identification
Though deluded for a while
We shrug it off with a smile
We alone witness this battle
Consciousness the mantle
Where we are put to test
Be it trough or crest
We rise like the Phoenix
Ecstatic in bliss electric
09-August-2020
Panther calling Kestrel-- over
No response
Panther calling Kestrel-- over
No response
Panther calling Kestrel, time is critical--over
No response
Kestrel calling Panther, break in comms, big spinning top is taking us into wintertime, you are among friends, sending new coordinates-- over
No response
Kestrel calling Panther--over
No response
Panther this is Kestrel, data coming in now, need immediate sitrep-- over
Panther, calling Kestrel, 19 confirmed, 4 casualties, 4 walking-- over
Kestrel to Panther, go silent--over. (F**K)
Kestrel, calling Panther-- over
Panther -- over
They were friendlies, need to put this down to a bad day at the office, it happens, passing upstairs to hats. Wait out.
Kestrel calling Panther— over.
Panther-- over
Status has now changed, this is no longer a friendly country.
Repeat this is no longer a friendly country, previous sitrep reads, 27 confirmed. Is this correct-- over
Panther–- correct-- over
OK Panther– suggest immediate sabbatical. The big bus is waiting.
Kestrel to Panther__ out.