Long Immanence Poems
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My love,
my heart is in flames and
I am hostage to your love.
Burn me with your radiant eyes
and I shall only reward you.
I leave the house thinking
only of you, your love and
tenderness, your elegant fingers
wrapped in my hands and fingers.
My love, pardon my errors,
I'm lost for the words to describe you,
the beauty that ever was, the charm, heartfelt trust.
I'll observe the time's indolence,
love's alchemy of immanence.
We're thrown in this world in coldness,
rescued by love's boldness.
My last breath of air is
to thank god for the pleasure
of knowing your love's treasure.
5-9-25
recorded from the achives of the
Large Hadrone Collider
Acheivement:
Lead was tranformed into Gold.
The exact moment wasn't specified.
But the acheivement through temperary
was acheived
in the 27 mile under grouhnd facilty
under France..........
.La tension entre prostituées est un processus
qui crée des tensions entre prostituées ou prostituées.
Pour diviser leurs intérêts, peut-être se sépareront-elles.
Target Audeince.. is 21 and over
it's a roughly english speaking audeince
that find certain items in this genre fasinating.
a'Tha 'immanence' direc experience of the being or
force responsible for the creation and
maintenance of the universe
lailara harmony
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I might sing Concerto
to a well rehersted sound
I must sing Concerto
I must sing Concerto
A song
a Song
a beautiful song
the sound so sweet and clear
the words a lyricail bliss
endearing to those
far and near
a song
a song
a wonderful song
sung for
the world to hear
I must sing Concerto
for the world to hear!
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We whimsically wondered why
wandered victims by
and through our uniquely human history
of sexual trauma
and therapeutic politics
Mythically hinting
hunting
poly-resonant
mono-vulnerable
half full, half empty
gendered pantheology
Spanning spies discovering economic magic
denies political monoculturing tragic
outcomes for godlike monolithic
monotheistic empire-building
Wherein straight white males
disproportionatly championed
a revengeful
and punishing MonoPolistic Judge
polarizing One-1 omnipotent God
While unstraight
unwhite
unmasculine
marginalized
enslaved
and colonized
Would restore Mother Eartha's original
nurturing conservational economy
Nutritional ecosystemic politics
for wellness-natured spirits
Advocating sexual polytheistic immanence
imploring sacred not yet empty
circling recycling interdependence
inspiraling half-full health
pregnant with potential
sacred safety
half-empty zero-0 wombed
regeneratively polytheistic.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of actualization.
Our nature coming to be or passing away,
Aristotle wrote.
Mere complexions of being,
gradations of ontology.
In every American thing we claim to know,
Pigment is the currency,
Our petty underlying divisor,
Our pixelated property.
The color line preserves white privilege.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of realization.
From The Age of Enlightenment
followed the epoch of enslavement,
Our white patriots traded in commodified skins,
Learning how an emboldened empire wins,
Learning how merchants on the take use race.
So their destiny was manifest,
Genocide was their bequest.
In their path, all traces of different races
Necessarily disappeared,
The indigenous people they feared.
Hunted, murdered, and jeered,
White entitlement forgot them all and moved on.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of sentience.
Quickly unraveling before breakfast,
Whites come alive, staggering like air dancers,
Inflated gas bags thrashing, and lurching,
At their dealerships, certain something sensational
Is happening somewhere.
The reasons never explicated,
The false complexion dichotomies
will never transfer power.
Until there is no white or black,
Until we are gradations of one,
Until we see our shades of immanence.
Published: Dissident Voice, October 2, 2022
Imagination
and timeless Muse memory
wears Her integral capacity
to naturally craft a re-ligious spirit
out of any transcendent
transparent
transregenerational relationship,
Within any AnthropoCentric
NonViolent Communioning Network.
And, a positively correlating observation,
proposition,
perhaps both decent and indecent,
sacred and secular,
sensory and sexual,
We can,
and have,
and will continue to
design gods and goddesses
out of any significant
deep and widely polycultural communing
EarthTribe Ancestor,
both enlightening
from above
and without,
and empowering
from below
and within;
Monotheistically transcendent,
and/or panentheistically communing,
imminent co-empathic trans-immanence.
Integrity's Great ReTurning potential
transubstantiating binomial potency,
Omnipotence individualized
in pride
courage
curiosity
commitment
to be freely and fruitfully known
as an Earth Worshipper
of Her omniscient natural
noetic Truths
and omnipresent spiritual
poetic Beauty.
But, I would be ticked in Hell
if anyone ever thought of,
and felt from, me
an individualistic Nation Patriot,
Patrician,
same ol' patristic sad song
and delusional dance
A WELLNESS CAPITALIZED EmpireBuilding Worshipper
of colonizing
competitive
Win/Lose ZeroSum monotheistic
monoculturalism,
Greatly divisive
degeneratively intending
to not creolize within sacred Earth communion,
but to take over secularized resources
for ecopolitical consumption
unto transcendently supreme
StraightWhitePatriarchal AnthrObesity.
An ecologically resilient
and theologically resonant
Patriotic SpiritNature,
like EcoFeminist ReLigioning Integrity,
is potentially healthiest
wealthiest
and wisest
When direct prayers for health,
and wealth petitions to MotherEarth
are for nothing less
than our most regenerative
polyculturing
enlightening and empowering
Truth and Beauty
Heaven and Earth
Transcendent Spirit and incarnate Nature
CoPassionate BiCameral Communion.
YangLeft and YinRight
circling cooperatively together
Sufficient win/win wealth anticipation
for each healthy dawning daylight
of ego/ecosystemic balance
robust
resonant
resilient
For at least seven indigenous regenerations
of future EarthTribe ego health
and eco-Other
sacred EarthMother
wealth
To fully engage this day's
potential win/win way
as if it were,
because MeWe also are,
our multi-generational first
through last
polyculturing joyous past,
co-invested
co-incidental
co-infested
co-therapeutic
CoPassioning
YangLeft and YinRight
circling cooperatively
bi-hemispheric Here and Now
bipartisan Ego ConservingSpace
in Eco LiberalTime
sufficiently anticipating resilience
win/win cooperatively together.
A rouged sky paints a clown's face,
on a dawn rising moon.
The open earth, that not closed in
by brooding trees,
but is as spread-out acres,
where the hush and harken
darken eyes and ears,
to surmise with a blind expectancy,
Yonder fields of tall, unhooded grass,
rattle their spines and tremble,
before an unseen avalanche of doubts.
Stiff hedgerows crouch
over darkly webbed roots,
fears huddle under thin skins,
a subdued ground waits to be found.
It comes,
the storm inside the stillness
blooms, still unseen
its tumult as yet a far stretch.
All the cup-shaped,
all the cupped and hollowed,
will be gagged and drowned,
by a plunging sky --- one not yet nigh.
Too late,
a squirrel barks a warning.
A teacup of terror has been spilled,
unbowed heads unwillingly turn,
wondering -
wherefore, to where?
Written: October 05, 2023
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Where the paradisiacal angels reside.
A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide
A dinkum dissolute and a discreet divine,
A degree of dexterity, a denizen decline
Amidst the mahatmas and zeitgeist calls,
An indweller quests for lyricism thrall.
A martyrdom route, an incubus chase,
Eristic battles in the realm of grace
A proponent of verity, a wraith of anile,
Sought to indwell the hearts of enamel.
A sip of soma, a savor of seraglio supine,
Agnostic beyond, for the geist did shine.
Destructive metempsychosis, a mortal plight,
Internal battles, seeking inspirational light.
In the realm of the departed, desolate cries
A crybaby tears, but awe-inspiring skies
Departed souls, once heartsick and heartsore,
Find solace in the trust they restore.
For in the internal depths, a spark ignites.
And as the decedents rise, their souls bear flight.
Absolve afreets, the anxiousness abides,
Embrace the beatitude; sublimity resides.
Rawness of a sentimentalist, troubadour song,
The immanence of duende is pantywaist wrong.
In the realm of the spiritual, the snarl of sin,
Is replaced by beatitude, the soul's win.
Spotless and unsullied, cleansed of all pain,
The spiritual journey is the ultimate gain.
They sully the cosmic force with opulence.
Yet, the sunny glow of bliss starts radiance.
A troll in the netherworld, forlornness abounds,
In the cognition of theosophy, the soul rebounds.
In interludes of self-reflection, whether in the state of consciousness or meditative, I accept that I am an immanent being, layered with imperfections. I am human. I make mistakes, but to live my life instilled with fear and without love would not be living.
my concept of life...
acceptance of immanence
I am not divine
I am not destined for permanence in this world. Through death, I will leave a void to be filled. Seekers of truth, open your inner sight and allow it to lead you towards enlightenment. Sing a melody during life's journey and set your spirit free. Sing a song, a symphony, to help you find your way. It's a cosmic affair, so bare your soul and find the bliss that awaits you there.
human souls reside
but for a moment on earth
waves on an ebb tide
Most will not live eternally; we are not the transcendent kind. There is only One who lives to reign, and we dare not disdain His right to claim the throne. God is transcendent and there will never be an amendment to that in this manifested world. He will not be dethroned by word or deed by some malcontented human having the need for a coup. Those who would dare cast shadows on His name have no respect for divinity.
God reigns o'er the world
do not query or doubt His
supernal glory