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Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Chief elder – most wise upon the Salisbury Plain
an old man . . . loved deeply
revered father of the land
wakes before the sunrise
speaks with a clear wind voice
it is time . . . retniw ecitslos
The twelve bow . . . form together
three to a side
lift Otsego – clear water running
high in the air
in liturgical movements
move across the dark plain
whitlow grass . . . juniper shrubs . . . wild thyme . . .
sweeten the air
moss laden stones
soft upon leather-bound feet
Within the wind
haunting cries of the stone curlew
crested newts scramble for cover
the great bustard cuts the air with powerful wing beats
Ancient burial mounds appear
a sacred circle of life emergences
the procession stops . . . lowers
Egnehenots steps down, blesses the twelve
enters the holy inner circle alone
Laying his head against the mighty sarsens
begins to chant . . .
father of the blue stones
creator of the big sky light
upon these rocks I cling for your life
from sky, to earth let your love flow
On this holy day
your strength is once again revealed
wind and rain obey your commands
days, nights, seasons march to your song
how great and mighty is your power
Hear our cries upon the wind
absorb our tears upon the earth
our breath upon your mighty rocks
be now amongst your people
send forth the sun and rain
let the earth bring forth its riches
so that we may dance in your radiance
The sun breaks the horizon
Sending out shafts of lights
streaking across the sky
clouds turning purple then into shades of reds, oranges
a single ray of light strikes forth
straight as an arrow
illuminating the altar stone
connecting slaughter stone
and finally . . . the heel stone
Where
Where, an old man clings
A loud cheer explodes from the village
Food and wind flow – a celebration
A new year begins -
Rain clouds appear in the west
Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Love Generously
David Meade
12/8/2015
I don't know if you realize it or not,
but, as we have discussed previously,
the connection between us,
is rooted in what Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala
put in our hearts,
and in contact.
Subsequent to my previous
attempts to communicate
with you on this subject,
I have noticed a pattern.
Every other week
I am banished
from your inner circle.
Literally.
Every other week.
I don't know if you realize it or not,
but this creates a pain
that goes to the inner core of my being.
And it is so unnecessary.
The key to peace,
harmony and happiness between us,
was, is, and will always be
contact.
You have so often said
that I am a part of you.
Can you tell me then,
that you do not feel a loss
for each day that passes
wherein you find yourself
purposefully stopping short
of reaching out to me?
How do you think
this makes me feel?
I have adapted myself to many things,
but the thing that I find no solace for
is the loss of your touch.
Please tell me,
What is the price of a hug?
Is it really something you cannot afford?
I do my best to stay out of your way
when you are working on something;
I do my best to not make myself
an annoyance to you.
I wait patiently for you -
having proven repeatedly
that all you have to do is call for
...or reach out to me...
...and I am there...
So imagine my confusion and frustration
the pain that seers through my heart
when you leave me for days on end
without a single touch.
Wallahi you don't even know
the tears I have cried
longing for and missing you.
If I am being punished,
at least tell me what for
...I can't fix what I don't know...
Tonight you suddenly cared
if we prayed or ate together
wallahi...that made me feel
like a battery operated toy
that can be turned on
and off again at whim.
It's not like that
...I am hurting inside...
and I have silently suffered
without any explanation as to why
you cannot even find yourself
...able to touch me.
I told you how I had missed you
and how I had been crying,
sentiments that seem to have fallen
on deaf ears
...or so it has seemed...
because here I quietly sit...
...alone with my shattered heart...
asking myself,
"What is the price of a hug?"
Is there a memo motionless meaning that co considers
the let me know not the in between time of soul space that swells
spit in time and all things youless and common/uncommon in a new raw
omniplural potpourri vs a humnopre-salient cap-able anti
impractical public a anonoymous -----let it be the me behind
the windless wheel well of counter culture communation happy
ig no rant dance given to adulto frown friends with no
inner countenance to the opposite of their children's
heretofore genetic anaglous inheritenance, happenstance with the all degradratory of who's who on first impractical **** annoyance given to parentosociosuck prevelances.
Let it be me and my behold every endurance
behind the wishless wheel wonders like stale bread kisses that
will leave a bastard/***** beholding another ever unpresent illego negligent
my me mine me behind--as an ever ill gotten gain gopher behold!!
I offer no ill indifference to a an **** ego indifference, as it wanes itself
in an annotated post partum parental quandary with all of the estrogenous misgivings that minus all of our copious relative holiday misgivings; hope/love/angst/fear/fake fornication that co comprise our inner grasp gasp being to err offend everyone in our inner nature neighborhood never openly negative of your own offspring offerings as they relate to your perfectly PC credentialed crassness of age coinciding with the
all year round as life asked of us relatives to/fro in/out closed/open/in/out/add/subtract/distract, ect, ect, ect,.
Far from first inner circle seconds included and removed offended defended included/excluded as to their proper "tudes" to be later revealed related as to a toddler tranquil trance perfectly placed belovedly behind a two tone parental (irr)rational regal rememberance
that reveals a riviteing rancid rationale reward right vs mostly wrong.
Matching sibiling ill will/deeds and useless non needs can lead to a covert cancer covered man-nipulates meanlip measures of misgotten memories factly misered measured mandates. Welcome my friends to the drone that never ends, human race, human race; youngins' all youngins' all.
I write in the cuneiform stylings of the Sumerian
But, somehow, this system won't allow my brand of hieroglyphics
To print out
So, sadly, I must communicate through this jumbled network of characters
And, therefore, I will speak as clearly as this form allows...
The civilizations that have lived eons before this current abomination
Were swallowed up entirely by the gods for far less than
What is occurring in this wasteland of layered greed often disguised as
Altruism during times of crisis
The vastness within the discrepancies between how some live easily versus
How the masses struggle to exist
Has become too great
The loss of awareness replaced with apathy and entitlement
Makes the modern condition fertile grounds for a strong
Wake-up call for the elite, the spoiled, the ignorant, and the violent
Especially as the aforementioned have typically veiled themselves with distinct notes
Of misplaced, bastardized religious philosophy
In order to continue with their agenda
Unfortunately, it is in my estimation that only the poor continue to be crushed with
The horrors of other, richer men seeking their vainglorious pursuits
Without the slightest regard for their fellow man/woman/child
And this is compounded with the torments of the earth's rumblings
That twist the souls who have nothing into a state of deeper loss
As their hands reach towards skies that bare no offering of fruition or salvation
From their fellow man
How does it happen that people forget about one another with such a cavalier attitude?
Technological gadgets and hollywood make-believe are excellent distraction devices
Used to shield the priviledged from reality...
"As long as I am happy
No person outside of my inner circle of liars and cheats
Shall interfere with my self-created world"
This is not a novel situation
This is a cyclical, kinetic, spiritual energy that is bestowed
Only upon the aware few
Larger movement is required to set in motion the mechanisms of the smaller
Scarred and Blackened
In Tasmania’s rugged but scenic South West
Lies an ancient land of pristine wilderness
Protected by a World Heritage Listing
An eco-system a thousand years nesting
A land of Aboriginal spiritual dreamtime
Where rare native flora survives, like Pencil Pine
And fauna abound on the Button Grass plains
With rugged mountain ranges never tamed
Hunter Gatherers burned to reduce the fuel load
The protectors now heading down the wrong road
By letting the fuel build to immense dimensions
A massive fire just waiting to turn the land ashen
The spirit of storm clouds gathers up high
For the rangers this is pleasing to the eye
But alas, this building spiral of cloud is dry
Just building thunder heads in the sky
The inner circle of the clouds one big mass
Intermingle, then with violence they clash
Spewing bolts of lightning to the ground
But not a drop of precious rain to be found
A searing bolt of lightning grounds
Amid the drought-stricken pencil pines
An explosion of sparks, then flames
A fire is born the lightening to blame
Spreading quickly with the brisk westerly winds
The fire races through the dry Button grass plains
A massive cloud of smoke drifts east
Alerting the protectors to this massive beast
The call goes out for fire fighters and water bombers
As the black smoke causes concern to near-by loggers
For the fire now a catastrophic inferno
Consuming the wilderness like no tomorrow
The water bombers and man-power useless
Against this cataclysm of wild fire that has unleashed
Thousands of acres of pristine wilderness
Now blackened and scared, a nothingness
For weeks it burned, some 100,000 acres
Now tamed by remote area fire-fighters
But the scars from the fire yet to discover
A landscape that will take years to recover
Global warming, to blame many think
As this South-West area was always wet
Many years of below average rainfall
Perhaps Mother-Nature having her revenge
I
(A lone voice whispers)
Do you still miss me before we were slowly destroyed and betrayed
Would you tell anyone the truth of how we were played
By the demon associated with jealousy called Leviathan.
Even if God forced you to confess under duress
Although I know I've caused you so much distress
And your inner circle still revolts and screams like Mary Harris Jones
The grandmother of all agitators
Casting wild spells
Whenever they hear my name
When you visit family or friends who respond with wide alligator smiles
Before commenting and laughing about my tragic previous lifestyle
Like one of its many unwarranted administrators
I may now dance amongst the silvery stars
Now just a faded memory
No longer a member of your life's smiling parade
No more to sing
Smile or kiss
No more to hold hands with someone they really miss and watch the sunset
Lost in each other's eyes in total bliss
But if only I could see you one last time
I would move heaven and earth like Che Guevara
For you are still my silver glittering candelabra in the darkness
My second heartbeat
My magical Abracadabra
Which always wakes me like my own version of Desiderata
At 4 am
In the middle of each lonely heartbroken night
In here
Amongst the ever-moving shadows of The Great In-Between
The dark rift the broken enter
In dreams
When their life totally falls apart at the seams
I miss you
Alanna
I just hope and pray you're happy
Still living pill free
In a new era
So just remember me
Your forever one and only
Daraya
The silent watcher, whose now a citizen on the other side
Lost
But happy tonight
Just listening to Prince Rogers Nelson perform a show and sing
Sometimes it snows in April
In The Hotel California
As the Pharisee's Golden Bells
Hidden all around us
Rings
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The GOP Presidents Club
Nineteen Republicans have occupied the Oval Office since 1861.
Around the table gather GOP presidents from Lincoln to Trump,
Sipping bourbon and wine and diet cola.
Reminiscing times basking in each other’s company,
With smiles of approval, proud of their service and legacies:
Discussing politics and fishing, their wives and children.
A female partisan from afar stares through the glass pane,
Wishing she could join these gentlemen in their camaraderie.
She knows endurance, charisma, and a message are needed,
To win the primaries and then, the general election:
To become the next President of the United States of America
And join the inner circle with those who have succeeded.
Bigger than life, on a grand scale, their accomplishments shine,
From the abolition of slavery to the crushing defeat of Nazism.
With troops brought back home from Asian off-shore countries.
Where too many sacrificed their lives in ideological conflicts.
From ratifying the Nuclear Non-Proliferation treaty to ending the ‘Cold War,’
And defeating terrorist regimes in the Middle East responsible for 9/11.
From digging the Panama Canal and the St. Lawrence Seaway,
To building the Alaskan pipeline in answer to OPEC’s oil embargo.
They governed while the nation expanded in statehood and territories,
Through prosperous times of laissez-faire defending the constitution;
By appointing Supreme Court Justices sworn to uphold it as written;
And recognizing Jerusalem as the capital city of the nation of Israel.
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Notes:
Grand Old Party (GOP): GOP (Grand Old Party) is the nickname for the Republican Party originating in 1875; in reference to the party's defense of the Union.
Laissez-faire: (Fr. ‘leave alone’) essential to free market capitalism economics.
Every time it rains from Heavens Gate I feel The Angels Tears above.
All the lost loved Ones that have gone Beyond and took Our Love.
Tears from Heavens Gate that parish from Our grasp and Descends.
Tears that last and form Our Rain on Earth that never mends.
Time is of the essence to heal these open wounds that feel the loss.
The bleeding Hearts of The Losses turn in Their sleep and toss.
Their Dreams now blemished by The Test of trusting God.
As Tears from Heaven Gate flood Your Eyes of pain You sod.
Tears from Heavens Gate are loving as captured by Our Grace...
May God have mercy as We become picked Flowers from Our Human Race.
Forever in Eternity Our Will is instilled to Survive and never die inside.
Forever living with-in a Soul crossing over The Vale of Life as Angels do abide.
Every time it rains from Heavens Gate I feel Angels crying more...
Spread Your Wings not in shame and soar through A Guiding Light.
As Angels cry from Heavens Gate and wash away Our Human flights.
Recall as We totally bawl from Our Human loss of Our Gifts.
It is Tears from Heavens Gate that will live through out Our Myths.
For Gods plans are larger then Any of Our Choices inside Our Hearts.
Some journeys longer, stronger, bolder, and Some that last enough to just to start.
The Tears from Heavens Gate just represent Angels healing ways...
As for Being here on Earth Your chosen just to Love more , pray, and Stay...
Bring joy to Bleeding Hearts that feel The Angels Tears from Heavens Gate.
God has just left You behind to test Your Inner Circle and wash away Our Hate...
Imagine every time it rain that We are being kissed By lost loved Ones tears.
Tears from Heavens Gate and Angels weeping softly to wash away All Our fears.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 03-26-2015
It’s not my place to say,
but I’m gonna say it anyway ...
I’m in love with you
Now that you know the truth,
what are you gonna do?
But, before you decide anything,
dear Princess,
listen to this humble declaration of mine —
My love for you has been growing over time
This devotion is deep,
and I’m not a fool
I know, given what my social standing is;
to reach your inner circle,
my challenge is steep
So here is what you need to know,
the open file truth about me:
I got ordinary looks
It be true, I’m not a handsome guy
Have read me a lot of books
Also true, I love to let my mind fly
Since I’ve known you,
only gave you more than I took
I adore you is the reason why
All of my heart I offer
Give you things money can’t buy
Why then can’t a princess
fall in love with a pauper?
Would you be willing to try
to close the divide
Take a leap of faith,
and I’ll catch you on the other side
You know in your heart of hearts,
dear Princess,
you’re not any better than me,
simply because you got more money
And also know in your gentle soul,
the most important things you desire
ain’t always found within palace walls,
and royal banquet halls
Mr. Right ain’t always invited to the Cinderella ball
True happiness, faithful companionship
Perfect soulmate bliss found in each virgin kiss
I will give you all of this, and much more of it
I’m saying to you, I’m that man
I got such richness in my heart,
precious affection for you
Listen to your heart; let it guide you,
let it tell you if what I’m saying is true
I believe I have so much to offer,
but beware, dear Princess:
Rejection is a lover’s curse
that can turn you into a pauper
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
time is the most valuable commodity
at the end of the day
there’s never much to spare
every second counting
the time it takes
for a smile or kind word
says it all
many people are convinced
space is limited in their heart
they forget that love is a muscle
that lives in fear of atrophy
you have to be brave to rip off
your rose-colored glasses
even though it will leave your heart
vulnerable and at risk
truth is bound to hurt
it usually does
it’s not fun
one day to realize
people live by
their golden rule
of “what’s in it for me”
it’s an earthshattering moment
of lost innocence
people are wrapped up
in their own little universe
caught up in the cyclone
of their madness
the folks in your inner circle
are the ones who
won’t hesitate to strike
in a miserly way
smiles and kind words
dispensed sparingly
there’s always someone
who is going to want to bully you
by withholding their kindness
they won’t smile
or say a kind word
it’s their way of
manipulating you
to varying degrees
they enjoy seeing you squirm
it’s a game for them
maybe more
subconscious than deliberate
but really
how much of a difference
does that really make
there are people
who will never respect you
that’s the way they’re built
their hearts cold and
without empathy
you can’t count on
outside validation
it’s always fickle
forever unreliable
these are people
close-minded
with undeveloped
hearts incapable of love
in the grandest of ways
it’s sad but true
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on July 31, 2020