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What if you were an inhabitant of a world
Where there's no hate, greed, jealousy, envy, and pride;
And one is not enraged by the prosperity of another?
What if conceit and enmity are erased from the course of history,
And malignity is perpetually swallowed in the deepest of pits,
Sinking to rise no more?
What if your subconscious ideate a world
Filled with love, peace, and harmony?
What if Seven Billion human beings could live together under one canopy,
Tending to and upholding high esteem for one another
As benevolence becomes the ultimate act,
That reigns over all timelines?
What if we put aside the destructive comparisons and competitions,
And every individual follows his or her own path
While uplifting all others at the same time?
What if the promotion of individuality and self productivity,
Was the niche of every human —one to another—
And every gift and talent was equally consequential to society?
What if there was no lust for power
And political leaders as well as government officials,
Assume offices not to seek their own selfish interests
By misappropriating public funds, and embezzling state owned belongings to enrich themselves?
What if they had the sincere dedication
To ensure the welfare and security of the state and its citizens?
What if this world was a sanctuary of peace with the nonexistence of violence,
Where nations were aimed at building, rather than destroying one another?
What if unity becomes a compelling force
That binds the Earth to its core,
And compassion remains the lifelong element
That keeps the Universe in motion?
What if the globe was entirely void
of racism, prejudice, discrimination, and partiality;
Where each and every human was afforded equally the same opportunity
Regardless of their race, sex, ethnicity, culture or nationality?
What if we could finally dwell in a word once dreamed of by Martin Luther King Jr.,
Where "humans will no longer be judged based on the color of their skin, but by the contents of their character"?
There is an extreme power in these questions!
But what if they were a reality, can you imagine what we could all achieve?
What if you allow that imagination to create pictures of transformations?
What if you act stepwise from these unceasing questions,
And give it a chance to become a momentous action,
To make this Planet a better Creation?
Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper
Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly,
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,
yours truly swimmingly
begot during the heat
of parents being passionately fruitful
courtesy diploid erogenous frisson
between my then searingly
robust virile father and fecund mother
~ late March/early April 1958
ushered seminal moment
post ova fertilization realization
courtesy male gamete
penetrating zona pellucida
a glycoprotein layer surrounding the oocyte
triggering cell bait multiplication
subsequently yielding male
gendered offspring and sole son
hashtagged as uber twittering, snapchatting,
shutterflying super duper
cute little boy with short strawberry blond hair,
whose solitudinarian nature
became quite evident when he displayed
acute social withdrawal
upon off fish shill commencement
getting schooled as a grouper
by mister Hooper,
who made his debut
appearance on Sesame Street
November 10, 1969
as storied and staple long time resident
on above named television show
until March 18, 1983,
beloved by adults and children alike
within make believe community
(a conglomerate of real and imaginary locales)
peopled with proprietary named characters
for any of a number of humorously grotesque
glove or rod puppets and marionettes,
chiefly representing animals,
first popularized, idolized,
dramatized, capitalized, and actualized
by the children's television programme
Sesame Street (1969-) and more recently
in The Muppet Show (1976-80).
Also: a toy made to resemble one of these
ingenious brainchild of Jim Maury Henson
an American puppeteer, animator, actor,
and filmmaker who achieved worldwide
notability as the creator of the Muppets
which series originated as two pilot episodes
produced by Henson for ABC in 1974 and 1975.
Henson's shocking, sudden death occurred on May 16, 1990 of organ failure resulting from streptococcal toxic shock syndrome. An emotional memorial service was held five days later at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City.
Vasava
An untold story Part 03/Many
Description of the Vasava's Amazing Beauty - continues
Glimpse and shine of her thrilling bosoms,
Coming during her dance forms
Were revealing the beauty coming out
From the thinness of her beautiful tops
Her steps were adding more beauty
To her ever ravishing sprouting youth
Intoxicating the spectators to get lost,
For ever in that lustrous wine of her beauty
The twisting and movements,
Of her beautifully stretched arms
Were thrilling everyone on each steps,
She was taking in her dance
With each new step of dance,
She was taking out her spectator’s heart
And her songs were enchanting them,
Only to completely get lost
On her strong and beautifully shaped
Slender and pinkish legs
Her thin and delicate waist was thrilling
In joy, with joyous mirth of her youth
Her body’s movements were so free
And stress free, like an elastic
To form the enchanting dance poses,
She could have bend her body to any extent
When Vasava used to perform her dances
On the splendid wooden dancing floor
Her face began to glow in joy,
Like golden rays spreads around the beautiful Sun
And watching the shine of her lovely and
Ever glittering and shining face,
Even the Sun found it better to hide behind
The clouds or to glow low
Such was the exuberating beauty and charms
Of the wonder dancer Vasava
Who was the inhabitant of world’s most ancient
Palatial city of Patilputra*
The beautiful Vasava of the era of Buddha
Was the court dancer of the Kind of Magadh*
She was the most prestigious dweller
In the heart and minds of the people of Patilputra
Ravindra to continue in 4
Kanpur India 3rd March 2010
References
* Patilputra . The old name of Patna - a city of India in Bihar state
Patilputra was one the most ancient city of ancient
India situated near river Ganges.
* Magadh The Kingdom of Magadh was located current Bihar
And other adjoining states of India.
three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious
beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice
as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy
more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence
unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities
free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place
a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide
prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache
shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy
creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble
like the city's plundered storefront windows
filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading
...three feeble canine teeth remain
10-8-2023
Old sage of the forest
Old sage of the forest, wise inhabitant of Rickmansworth, thy statue and wisdom are true, true and true,
The true existence of the eternal sun, the stone of which is the foundation of life, an ancient world whose work has been preserved as a fossil in the ancient world as a memory,
Your heroic demeanor and your wise look towards the sky show, mean, but also offer the future an instructive new life and opportunity.
The light of your eyes for life looks up to the sky, hoping for life, and with its image, as a creative and eternal masterpiece, you reveal to us,
Which in the wisdom of life is the faithfulness that springs from you.
The faithful, which through you will be a masterpiece of life, which through life will be the life sown before you and the grass of the forest and field,
A masterpiece, a creation, a masterpiece, which is a work of life that breaks out of your self, um, breaks out, breaks out of a real past.
Old forest sage, your old age is always young, but ancient and faithful to the truth.
The truth seemed like it without you. It's gone, but it's still here, you're its pillar - a past reality...
A reality that points to the sky even in the present, and you will remain here forever as a signpost and a stepping stone for the future.
The truth is with you, with you, that's why you live, your existence is eternal, the future is watching you, you are the indicator of the direction of the road,
You are followed by the life that is future, there you are green, in the future your existence is green,
You are a dazzle, the splendor of your wise colors in the future radiating reality, dazzling and shining,
I look up to you, your pure being is the noble, steely, shiny diamond stone,
Your soul is the noble wedge of the world, whose ornament shines bright throughout the world,
You remain at my side as an ornament, example, life, decency and honor, immortal, who is forever doing and striving for life.
Armageddon wold be an amazing boon
to accompany ourselves amidst others in rubble strewn cocoon
or perchance an arid extra dry spell blows humungous dune
donning any brave soul to weather
fierce-some dust bowl appearing like a ghoulish goon
vis a vis via global sand man disallowing any inhabitant 2b immune
whereat autumnal days will mimic those analogous to tropical June
day where nary a species of flora nor fauna,
which latter muffled cry viz Claire de lune
barely heard above the blindingly pitched
(scoring major lunar home run) when earth's moon
appeared to be batted, snatched, and whacked -
piñata like casting darkness at high noon
this out of other worldly debacle
(viz: a scene of apocalyptic, cosmic and epic rune
from twilight zone re: outer limits offsetting
sole millennial Gaia satellite believed rigged forever) -
which end of planetary status quo came soon
er than expected, accompanied by Gustav Holst eponymous tune
once Luna rung seismically, titanic ally uprooted, violently wrenched
prior to crash landing at ground zero rocked and rolled out of orbitz
before careering, and screaming thru the atmosphere
analogous to a near full term baby in utero yanked out of womb.
though the above dynamic gigantic jack-knifed
nihilistic quantum spectacular universal wreckage
sans the inner sphere of solar system
(known to mankind, when said creature, an outlier)
whence even amidst the early
bipedal hominids that throve a sage
no event (whether natural or caused by human error),
would compare neither cap cha, when are bit rage
emasculated, and wrought onto the terrestrial firmament
no way to measure nor gauge
the depth, length, and scope of total and
absolute value eradicating any trace of simian equipage
reducing the arrogant, conceited, ego-maniacal, dotage
boot far-fetched science fiction phenomena would
witness civilization captive in their own technological cage!
Form:
February 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 1-3
Key Verse– Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY STRENGTHENER
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upholding me with Your courage
Thank You for prospering me by Your Word against sin-spoilage
While I meditate Your laws of success-principles’ storage
To combat dismay of frustrating damage.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…uplifting me with Your commandment
Thank You for protecting me by Your might of valour-armament
While I rest in Your joy of holiness-settlement
To learn from Your goodness-commitment.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upsurging me with Your coming
Thank You for preparing me by Your love that’s heart-warming
While I enter into Your will, away from worldly roaming
To pursue after Your design for my righteous transforming.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…uploading me with Your care
Thank You for providing me Your grace for divine welfare
While I lay myself at Your altar, honestly aware
To fall upon Your mercy along Your pity’s stare.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upbringing me with Your compassion
Thank You for presenting me Your deliverance-redemption
While I abide in Your cleansing sanctification
To descend from filthiness-corruption.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upturning me with Your covenant
Thank You for prodding me to have prayer life that’s vibrant
While I work in Your kingdom as Your heavenly inhabitant
To bear fruits for Your name, graciously triumphant.
Lord God, You are my Strengthener…
…upgrading me with Your Word of concern and comfort
Thank You for presiding over me by Your wisdom report
While I rise toward Your victory of grace-resort
To increase my faith, trusting Your miracle-escort.
February 26, 2023
Everywhere I go, industry dominates this world
Vehicles run on diesel,
Massive industrial complexes have many factories
That create a skyline of smokestacks
The heavens are filled with a gray only we have created
Man and machine have come together
Like haywire to wire,
Generating a power countries only dream of
Diesel, our main power source,
Allows massive airships with smokestacks of their own
To block out the sun
Nations around the world use machines for industry, war and everyday life
Without diesel,
It seems the planet will come to a complete standstill…
As an inhabitant of this industrialized world,
None of what I see around surprises me…
For I have lived in the midst of man’s mechanical reign
All of my days
But I often worry and question our remaining humanity
Some of us have grown prideful and cold
Nations have fought us
Merely to prove their weapons are stronger and better
At times I even wonder if we could
Possibly find other ways to go about our lives—
Like alternative fuel sources
Maybe it seems like the world is industrializing too fast
But no one seems to notice that after the Great War,
Industry spread like a weed that would not stop growing,
No matter what you did to it
One must begin to wonder
How long this kind of life can possibly last
I long to feel the sun on my back,
And to breathe in fresh air untouched by the fumes I know too well
Can we use what we have,
Can we use what we live for,
To build each other up,
Rather than destroying all in our path?
Shall we put our hearts into the cores of our unfeeling machines,
Or will we turn to Mother Earth with reverence and passion?
Taking and never giving back,
How can we expect our planet to provide and sustain us?
August 20th, 2014
Collaberation by Justin Connor and Laura Breidenthal
Two questions to ponder:
What do you think will become of this dieselpunk world?
How can this message apply to life in your own society?
Beneath the realm of Reality
Lies a secret- a world of fantasy
Feasting my eyes upon the faded stone
Delving into a vast world of the unknown
Whispers dance in the curling fog dancing amongst the dead trees
Murmurs of those who have long passed, float against the breeze
Passing the large tree, the gate surrounding the stoned castle
A slender inhabitant, dazzles my mind, his speech facile
Shall I trust this unknown creature, from this the unknown world
His arms, his...tendrils, curl...and around me swirled
My thoughts-he knows them-for he and I are entwined
Further into the dead woods I wonder, a sense of fear encompassing my mind
A bubbling stream I faintly hear, as further I go into the forest
The watery grave seeming to get closer, it's symphony-a chorus
Entranced I follow this fellow into the unknown
Closer and close to the stream i go, further away from the grey stone
Above the lines of fantasy
This, has become my reality
Dreaming-this land I return, once was I lost
But now here I am at home, everything quiet and soft
I search for you amongst the dead
And there, standing behind those gates is cloaked figure-hood on head
I wonder who this master of mystery is, but he soon disappears
A blink of my eye he is gone, and I have not seen him again in years
I search once more for you, my fiendish friend,
But soon I fear you have left me here-to come to my own end
I do not wish to wake, I do not wish to leave this place
Soon I come to spot your featureless face
The King of fright, so tender towards me
Showing me, when I lost my way so long ago, out misty dead trees
But I could not stay away, I wanted to see him again
And thus he promised to return to me again
That forest land I wish to see once more
But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore
Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for
To return to that mysterious home I adore
When you walk gallantly like the Elephant
And make gold and silver the clothes you wear
to be seen by all men whose life are worthless to
You, remember the six feet waiting for you!
When all men are nothing to you but mere
Grasses you can easily trample upon and make
Them weep uncontrollably in the name of a master
Remember, there is a place called six feet for you!
All men are equal in death if no place else,
The shiny of the sun and the stars in the night
Are not weakness of the earth to its inhabitant,
Remember, everyone has a six feet to be dug!
When you acquired all the houses in the world;
One at Ilesha, two at Ikoyi and three at Onitsha,
And you sleep in all one night after the other
Greedily, remember there is six feet waiting!
When you made the sun to shine on only you,
And the rain flow only in your well selfishly
While the poor beings are kicked here and there
Remember, there is a place called six feet!
Yesterday you took all the wines into your stomach,
Today,you have taken all the food made for the crowd as if you were the only existing human here,
Remember, those things are going into six feet soon!
I have seen you thrust that man away without
Helping him and you said he is your brother,
What you have, you don't want to part away or spare,
Remember, those are not going with you in six feet!
I have gone round and have seen the evil common to all Men of all age, they acquire all and never enjoy it.
Their days are numbered and none knows the number of days he is to leave here on this earthless earth.
Remember there is six feet waiting for you,
Remember, a six feet shall be dung someday,
Remember that six feet whatever you do;
Remember where you are going; six feet!
Every man is equal in death if not in life.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016