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It seems to be an ongoing epoch,
With the trials of humanity.
Where peaceful days are short-lived,
While chaos expands for clarity.
There are so many divisions to separate,
One can only wonder what's left to unite.
Since the multitude of minds and bodies,
Rarely agree on what's wrong or right.
As I search my memory and history, my question
Asks if we've ever known a lasting peace.
Because it seems, whether for God or country,
A conflict arises, and they never cease!
As mankind spread beyond the horizon,
Like global nomads riding the four winds.
Its diverse seeds were planted to cultivate,
Where new beliefs and culture wouldn't rescind.
Our nature is curious and exploratory,
Occasionally crossing boundaries and new land.
And ultimately, we would cross paths with others,
So different that we couldn't understand.
Here different cultures might interact briefly,
Yet history has shown that before long, there's a fight.
Since a lack of understanding and tolerance,
Promoted fear that would last through the night
Early on, variances of culture and religion,
Might have fueled the excuses that saw fit...
To bare arms against a neighbor or new enemy,
And then absorb those new lands to now sit.
Now in recent times our history is simplified,
As political motives and resources become real.
Where the strength or weakness of combatants,
May be measured more by volumes of steel.
While the God's may be motivating some players,
Humanity can only wonder if peace can lead.
Because the question of how much will satisfy,
Those with power and what appears to be greed.
Can the global community survive,
Through this economy of hatred and war?
Or will we police ourselves to sustain and realize,
Learning a lasting peace, like never before.
Upon rising, awakened by
ripening scent teasing my nose,
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter of time, an extending
run of exclamatory chirps and wing-full
stretching –
Muse beckons, yielding to artist'
pen and eye – we are co-authors, exchanging
thoughtful leafs and sun-dipped pages; mingling natures,
swapping poetic voice, reversing positions of artist vs model –
conjuring word-images and interactive, painted-canvases – confounding our seasons of
blossoming and harvest, embracing God's budding voice and fruitful manifestations,
His nectar-ed, figurative language, blending human with Divine senses....
displaying contrasts that stimulate exploratory forming
and transitory shading – clearing and clouding
affects both inside and on my outside, as the clutter of
yesterday, and promise of a spring-like showers soak
crusty sediments with saturating, fertile possibilities;
all taking bows – the theater that of spiritual mastery –
Mystery is
my source, my echo, my chambered growth.
My resources, exploitable enclaves of poetic walls, primed,
awaiting both solid and abstract vibrations, energizing
experimental blurbs, those planned and random into searchable
articulations, grasping, too often vainly, for fantastical alliteration
of sterile, common-place views –
I am deepened and ready to let air
we are each our best audience
my left-hand meeting your right
for a brisk clap of inspiration followed
by riotous applause....
I heard from PrimeAryan DT
that socialism kills nations.
I thought it was fascist totalitarianism
that killed nations,
the lack of democratic social intelligence,
social investment,
non-violent communication,
restorative,
therapeutic
win/win social justice.
My grandparents,
at least on my mother's side,
who seemed ancient and fragile to me,
often opined,
"When you lose your health,
you love everything."
I don't know if they literally meant everything:
your faith,
your active hope,
your love,
your integrity,
your egocentric voice,
your hate,
fear,
anger,
obsessive-compulsive wealth,
despair,
cynicism,
narcissism,
xenophobia.
Probably they meant only everything good,
all things social,
Beauty fading into inconsequential,
Truth into lack of significant meaning,
Life into absence of future purpose.
I was young and apparently immortal
and could not hear their wiser warning.
Now older,
I find I have little more to add
to health's imperative
standard for resilient Wealth:
much older and more integral,
historically and multiculturally deeper
than money,
or even humanity;
older, even, than verbal communication
about healthy v pathological social-system experience.
So, why isn't this same observation
first on the list of every political party's platform,
every faith community's regenerative mission statement?
If we lose our democratic win/win social health,
we've lost our greatest wealth.
If we optimize
our actively co-invested trust
in global interdependent health,
we regain our most resilient dreams
of cooperatively-owned wealth,
communal peace
served up with personal integrity.
"Make America Great Again"
whether triumphantly declared as "mission accomplished"
or somewhat more humble,
errs in dreaming way too small
When we could more robustly
courageously
compassionately choose
"Make Earth Healthy Again"
Which would, of course,
also make America wealthy
in all the democratic social positives,
and none of the aristocratic anti-social negatives
again?
I guess sometimes healthy restorative justice
is more like exploratory win/win polycultural justice,
more pro-social green peace meadows
than elitist
monocultural
grab and crab grass.
Take me back to 2003
the world in front of me
at the age of just 18
naive exploratory
athletic grungy
high or grumpy
girlfriend hunting
drink drug slumping
fresh faced and firm
breezy absent concern
working out for the burn
rewarding spliffs in return
Hangover..... what's that?
get smashed, get back,
no course, no track
no thoughts, no facts
Limp Bizkit Linkin Park
Who Let The Dogs Out our bark
Eminem topped the chart
subwoofers rocked the cars
3 Lions on my shirt
penalty shoot out hurt
Red Rose on my shirt
England beat the Earth
2000 hid the beacon
01 my sport was peaking
02 girls heavy breathing
03 now lets repeat it
Drawing-
A sparking, lines however hard it tries,
Will always be preliminary lines of my picture.
Now exploratory is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sparking is explorative so sheik
Drawing.
Pencil, crayon, felt marker
I saw the pale cover of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the paper I paint.
Water dripping everywhere, how quaint
Does the paint make you shiver?
Does it?
Learning is observational process I’m drawing.
Observational process is learning designing.
Never forget the muzzy and muddled fuzzy learning.
A sparking, lines however hard it tries,
Will always be preliminary lines of my picture.
Now exploratory is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sparking is explorative so sheik
Drawing.
6/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Culminated cloud cluster promotes ghost apparition
Robed in purity unearthly, portrayed as only option
Virgin white vision given blindly adopted approbation
Vulnerable youngsters succumb to scare doctrine
Commanding loyalty to solitary living love, avoidance
Real application sways wavering suitable standard
Message to refrain from rambunctious enjoyed by us
Marries happy with demean mist canon demanded
Susceptible pious victims of supercilious Lady Fatima
Follow sparse path shadowed in shame, illiteracy
Denied desire, myth written inhibits discerning latitude
Dogma's reason thinly rationed induces celebacy
Discipline within cage fears imminent mire of purgatory
Unlocked box predicts scrutiny of scare strung thesis
Indulging choice embraces mortal meridian exploratory
Ridicule of able arm splint, creed's hypnosis releases
21st October 2020
Written for Contest : Fatima
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Le Nouveau Monde,Le bistrot du Lounge
the foods here caused a conversation
One that had several people to find
facts that made them wonder.
In film research, exploratory research
is often referred to as formulative research
or practice-based research. It focuses on
gathering preliminary information to
understand a new topic.There are many
places named "St. Leonard" or "Saint-Léonard"
throughout the world, including in Canada,
Australia, New Zealand,
Saint-Léonard, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard
Parish, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard, Quebec;
Saint-Léonard (electoral district), Quebec;
Saint-Léonard—Saint-Michel, Quebec; and
Saint-Léonard—Anjou
, Quebec, there are locations named
St. Leonards in New South Wales,
Tasmania, Victoria
, Newfoundland and Labrador
Hawke's Bay
Otago (New Zealand)
The Treaty of Ghent
The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is located
on the Franco-Swiss border near Geneva,
Switzerland. St. Leonard is located in
Switzerland, but not directly on the border
. St. Leonard is approximately
100-150 miles from the LHC.
"development stage funding"
One woman told a story of her father dancing around happy
because he had won a contract to supply
leeks, onions and celery
to the caterers of a film company.
He sweetened the deal with a bull two hogs
and 60 chickens: a guy asked did he make a profit, she answered I don't know Mom lefted him after she found him dancing happily with a woman after winning the contract"
From The Research Papers of
Doctor Strangegrinn
Chapter 22 thru 30
objectives and goals
Daytime Somnambulism
How haunting the loss
When one squanders consciousness
Soul to surface
Dreams of dances unrealized
Oh how tempting
This somnambulistic space we possess
Where unlived experience resides
Intimidated by actuality
Hidden in shackled prisons of vagary
Fearful of breath-held reality
Sadly
Too many walk this realm of un-being
Where shadowed innocence lingers
But to offer ever so subtle lessons
Where self respect
Grants liberty of soul
How sublime exploratory stumbling
Where light and darkness
Ignore separation
Respecting one another's captivity
One foot ahead of the other
Becoming all that we are
Even as naysayers
Bellow "Beware!"
Step
Dive
Forget the risk
Be the dream's dreamer
Let pass the cautions
Lest we forget
Sleep walkers by day
Represent but craven journeys
Going needlessly nowhere
I recall, as a kid, I liked to check out scary abandoned houses,
and I would let my imagination run wild in my adventures.
Empty, dilapidated, broken-down houses attracted me.
I'd often take exploratory excursions on my own,
hoping to experience the ghostly apparitions
frequently associated with haunted houses.
I felt inexplicably drawn to such places.
Enigmatic creaking often startled me
and yet, I'd investigate every creak,
forcing myself to keep on going.
Old scary ruins frightened me,
but that is what I wanted.
Fright cultivated my
sense of mystery.
Spooky places
still tend to
give me
chills.
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.