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The Truth Of Many Lies
Prose, Instead of my non-inclusive poem
Gravity has no tolerance. Laws have no tolerance.
Tragedy has no tolerance.
The truth has not a way to give one iota from its conviction.
There are not many truths.
There is however, what is and what is not,
and at any part of that scale of what is and
what is not, a self inserted place (adspace)
to label a wish-stamp of self esteemed belief
(a textbox-picture show/stage of illusion
(of a pride/lust of selfishness
(self gratification/prideful masturbation)).
Actions suffer either what the heart wants or
what the illusioned parasite of sins temptation
wants; as it seeks entry
(it lies to the heart to get its fingers the heart.
It lies about integrity and its integrity and
motive/motif).
The heart, in its purity or innocence naturally sides with Truth.
So Truth's face must be disguised and replaced
to keep you from it.
Pharmakeia is a gateway, a drug.
This is the sleazy fingering method of infiltration and corruption.
Get rid of the lies and the sin.
The self needs a guide. For the self is a child.
A bit of a selfish and spoiled child
that needs structure and integrity.
It is these latter things that the sin competes with
and erodes through hooks, shortcuts, flatteries and illusionary pleasures (gifts of pharmakeia).
And that self/Gratification is a shiny
gift-box packaged with a chain-bow
of diverse eye candies that do not read from its ingredients.
Instead, it says look over there !
For Inside is the snare of confusion,
a rotten fruit hatched Tekilla-sand-worm soaked in, pouncing with the silky tangle of web (enslavement, then eventually, frustration and destruction.)
Written By: D. Collins 4/3/25
We are losing friends and losing them fast.
As far as trust goes, we’re running dead last.
We leave our allies hanging and citizens overseas.
Spend enormous resources focused on deportees.
Don’t get the impression America has your back.
You are “Diss-illusioned” if you believe that.
If you offer nothing to pad pockets of the rich.
You, and your country will likely get dissed.
There’re provocative tariffs and pensions bottoming out.
Everything nosedives when Trump opens his mouth.
We’re in a world of hurt that will only get worse.
After the recession let’s see if America’s First?
What is the main difference
and primary points of comparison
between being inductively seductive
and becoming deductively submissive?
Between being illusive
and becoming illusioned?
Between being deluded
and becoming delusional?
Between being precluded
and becoming included?
Between being illusory
and becoming luminated?
Between being enlightened
and becoming relit?
Between being permissive
and becoming remissive?
Between being empowered
and becoming more cooperatively repowered?
Between being in survival operation mode
and becoming out thrival co-operative means?
Seductively sexual,
like inductively sensory-neural,
is in the co-empathic eyes and ears,
nose and throat,
touch and feelings
of The Bolder Win/Win v Win/Lose Beholder.
Submissive,
like ecopolitically permissive,
co-operates short- through long-term
DominantYang/SubmissiveYintegrity
polypathic/polyphonic
verbally/non-verbally
win/win co-empathic communications.
Can a profoundly autonomous individual organism
be yintegrally submissive
without short- and long-term investments
in becoming eco-politically subservient?
Marginalized?
Enslaved?
Raped?
Imprisoned?
Punished?
Mere subjects of lose-economic benefits
and lose-ecological health Revenge?
EcoFeminist Dialogue,
more multiculturally astute
than AnthroPatriarchal Debate,
is also somehow more positively
permissively
democratically
trustingly
cooperatively deviant,
yintegrally recessive noticing
with active win/win curiosity
and hope
and passion
Recessed
yet reconnecting flow
between reductive and seductive
in-between active ecofeminist WorldView submissions
Top bicamerally polypathic/polyphonic
win/win dipolar co-arising
seductive dialogue,
more than bottomed out
reductive dismissive debate.
Lapses in mindscape lane don't
denote being fantastical,
subconscious realm portrayed
by vivid thoughts as Déjà vu.
The body lingers and ages but
the Psyche, new as dew.
Countless times,
a reminder of certainty
that I was seen somewhere
when in reality,
staring inquisitively
into my TV.
Then I pondered, did
I unknowingly fall into a trance,
Or did time travel come knocking
unexpectedly?
and even if it did, again,
the lapses don't come to light.
Dreams are pathways to
meditation, that birth
happenings unknown
to this world. But the body
is a shield to absolute
exploration of cognisance.
My imaginary circus yawns
for transportation and
these scenarios distinctively
and simultaneously
visualize without limitations.
Not a pause for impossibility,
we see levitation happen as a tornado,
I can only imagine a gust of parading
doppelganger, I'm just not the witch elevating.
But my illusioned awareness puts me in diverse places through manifestation and imagery conception.
I saw him in these illusioned scenes
Being so sensual and yet very keen
Oh this Argentine police officer really captures my heart
His eyes are like snowflakes
I am falling… gently…
Into his amor trap.
Feeling, accepting his presence
In these boulevard of imaginative dreams..
Heart arrests…
Prisoned to this love
I can’t breathe…
Could you be my love life’s forever sentry?
Or all I’ve got is just a misery
These feelings which require bravery
Oh, how will you know?
If I would never tell.
This feeling inside of me
Which somehow brings felicity
In these series of illusions
My heart is in the room of illuminations..
What if I will tell?
Probably, what will you feel?
Will it make you merry?
Or just move you to become angry?
Oh, this Argentine Police Officer
Come, capture me
Imprison me in your love..
And I would never flee
I have a free and boundless mind
From the chains of thoughts pulling behind,
The dark past making way difficult to find,
I have no reasons for it to rewind.
I also do not wish to own,
Ever changing faces not known,
The manipulative feelings not shown,
And the true relations not grown.
I way I think, it never leads
To the greedy illusioned needs,
Against the goodness which feeds,
A kind of evil manifested seeds.
I believe that wherever I go,
A brighter part, I have to show,
As the inspiring thoughts glow,
Through passing time, it flow.
©?Aditi Anvita (Anvi).
Hearkening to community's notion,
confines himself to violent commotion;
Mumbling as though stricken by demotion,
stumbles to fathom out his emotion;
Hence, rumbles to drink an energy potion,
which could empower him to submerge in devotion.
Sailing upon the journey of solitude,
embraces the high altitude;
Possessing the mental fortitude,
counters the disputes with great magnitude;
Masking the rage through aptitude,
He shrinks bitter attitude~
for squeezing out some warm gratitude.
Wildly swimming into the tunnels of dark hollow,
he persistently pleads for lamp light to follow;
( swish... swoosh... whoosh..)
Oh Great, looking out for her companion
appears the angel of destiny!
She browses & scans to spot his brow:
bandaged with thorns of sorrow.
At once approaches him with an aim to borrow
Tiny little golden finger traces his forehead furrow,
Eyes offer him illusioned syrup to swallow,
assuring that his woes would not exist up to morrow.
Then, rapidly brushing the needles of pain aside;
She promises to stay beside~
alerts him to no longer bide,
demands him to confront the tide,
comforts him to go down the slide,
For which, he earnestly tries to abide
by relishing the deep glide,
treasure hunts his lost poetry pride,
which later becomes his daily ride.
Travelling in it he feels cured and satisfied!