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Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced
400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent
evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Is invading a self govorning country an act
Of war.? Its a rhetorical question.' Because
The answer is yes.) Simple as..' sometimes
There are appeasers, and obviously corruption.' And weak willed pleasers.' Its a
Deceptive world.' Moreso in some parts.' All hype and mis- direction puts great sadness in the heart, there is a war on information on human populations this is
Most wrong, if you are a milatary leader
If captured you are a prisoner, yet what of
War.? Waged under which you were taken
From does it unmake military protocol how
Can it otherwise be.? If what ain't what it was.? How can sound judging be attained
It seems so straightforward to me.'
quality time with her in the ocean breeze of life
what do i mean
coming home from work one day late
i see her at the table still in her work clothes
she is not happy
she tells me she has been worried sick and was praying for me
i pull her to me and kiss her lips softly with an unspoken guarantee
then i pull a small jar out of my pocket and pour it in the middle of us
she looks at me all weird and asks me if i had lunch in a straightjacket today
i laugh and and tell her no....i drove three and a half hours to collect this gift for you
you are like 'huh, what'....and i reply by explaining that i collected a bit of an ocean breeze
it is then that the bell of understanding rung in your head like BONNNNNNNG!!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!
you become emotional and press your head against my chest
i lift your chin up to me and look into those beautiful sandy brown eyes of yours and say 'we will again one day'
you smile as if you know that it will happen
it is then that we go into the living room and cut on BEACHFRONT BARGAIN HUNT
it is not that it is ironic, oh my dear alanis, but moreso like the word 'wish' on top of an arrow pointing forward
AND WHAT IS the largeness of God?
All knowning and compassionate?
Judge, jury and executioner?
The beginning and ending of all?
the Alpha and Omega.
If so, then I am only one human,
a thing created by that One who
is surpassed by all things.
But this I do know: compassion
has no limits and greatness is
not confined to words. And
beginnings are not really
a beginning but moreso a
continuation of Life. And i am
focused on truth too.
My foot is within the ass of
all those who have polluted
the concept of a God; control
is their device but mine is
of Love and Patience. Let
the worlds' institutions burn,
let the false words crumble,
and allow freedom of Sprit
to Rule: We are Nature.
And Nature Rules.
:: 09-25-2017 ::
There are Mamas everywhere,
Hanging their head,
Not many snacks in the kitchen.
There are Mamas with sore hands,
From keeping them happy and fed,
As well as all else that comes with the job.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Who think they're alone,
Feeling less while they're building.
Judgement moreso from within,
Suddenly, perceiving growth,
Comes in glimpses only.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Ones just like me,
Who are beyond grateful for the luxuries.
The conveniences that others enjoy daily,
Aren't something we see,
Though we see our children.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Paving the way for the future,
Struggling now and thriving later.
We are learning with our hands,
Confident to calling though unsure,
We deserve what we dream of for our tribes.
for a while now, i have been kissing the yuletide vibration of your memory
i have been placing a wreath on the diamond door hook of your symbolism
i have been putting up Christmas lights as a tributary stream of hope for myself
i have been wishing that could just wrap my daydreams as a present and somehow make you magically appear
progression in life has a way of leading to an amazing type of clarity after a slip here and a slide there like defiant snow
a Blessing from God has a way of encouraging the brain to dig deeper in pictorial thought
i admit that certain Christmases i was submissive and subservient to the selfish side of my buried wishbones
now that i am older and a bit more travelled, the philosophies within me are stirring the dusty limbs of my growth like a warm space heater to the flesh
i have come to be thankful moreso for the here and the now while simultaneously embracing the root teachings in memoriam and prayer
nowadays, as i place the flowers on the plates and graves, i thank them and love them for all that they gave....and forget about me for a god lil bit....
Merry Christmas, sweet roots, i hope to continue to grow, learn, and embrace the true meaning of the Treetop Connection even more....
....for the rest of My Time on this earth....
(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction that zero apr guilt linkedin with lovely looking lass, who may very well bear the burden of culpable guilt for the rest of (what this totally tubular unknown guy no war) a fulfilling life.
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!
hey can you believe?!
what's been going on?
the events, this past few weeks?
it seems, they say,
a love has come
and blown them all away
that for so long,
for both of them,
a cloud had hung about
to shade the two
from love's full light
all dark and gloomy doom
yet somehow, sometimes
if you just have faith,
love's light will find the way
and in one day,
a friend stops by
then forever, every day
you see in them
the love you give
returned in every way
how can this be??
so fast, so pure?
right where you now belong?
so easy, yes
moreso than bliss
magnificently ildefined
for love, alone,
is not all I feel
and more, you can not find
this holding you,
so beautifully new,
is forever where I'll be
(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend).
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!
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Quote by Paul the Apostle
Keola - Couplet
Revenge is not sweet. Getting EVEN with the girl of your dreams
is SO underneath HUSBANDS. Nest egg is not in schemes.
SHOULD he not plan for his future, a lifetime of LOVE and laughter,
and spousal lift where THEIR tenderness leans into the hereafter?
WIVES behave…what? Moreso, don’t be loud mouths or supreme
AS a Nile queen - THEIR behavior improper. Show esteem
for your OWN marriage and BODIES. HE, likewise, should behave,
as one WHO leads and LOVES, a prince of a guy, she longs to save.
HIS dalliances with other women could cost him his WIFE. That life,
now on the wire, with supposed haram LOVES, a tug o'war strife.
In contrast, look at HIMSELF and herself, side by side reflection.
See how they emerge and merge into one beautiful confection.
3/9/2022