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my stream of consciousness
flows over the smooth at times jagged pebbles
of my day, it grows
into a torrent of thoughts
rapidly hitting against
the boulder of your heart
every waking conscious thought
without a reason or rhyme
or any sort of organized meaning
flows to one destination
you
nothing else
every other event
each and every happening
somehow connects to you
the turbulent or serene
flow of these thoughts go
how, I don't know
to you
what can I do
this babbling cacophony of sound
this disjointed attempt
at existential reality
never shapes into formal thought
only you
I wake, I sleep in you
my dreams are devoid of images
only your eyes
your face
no other trace
my consciousness is you
this stream
this reality
these toughts
would cease to flow
if there weren't your inner glow
Just so you know
you can bathe
get soaked to the inner core
you can dip in for more
bring that narcissism to the fore
I adore
you
my stream
of
consciousness
carries
nothing
but you
Eileen Manassian
Release yourself from the arms of Morpheus and wake up to the manifestation of the light.
Conflict violence, genocide, gender-based attacks, racism, and child abuse are in protracted catastrophic plight.
Fierce and wild are the people who are swaddled in narcissism, spewing vain words of lust for wealth and power.
Wickedness is steadfast before the twelfth hour.
Emerge your consciousness in God's revelation.
Surrender to his holy righteousness and wisdom of persuasion.
Your residence is your body and spirit, keep the lamp of Yahweh in your permanent birthplace.
Let it illuminate your path to redemption, righteousness, love, and forgiveness at your new birthplace.
Enjoy the refreshing glory of God's righteous judicious propensity.
The blessing will be of overflowing bounty.
Although outside of your new birthplace, the world continual to be ablaze with great disturbance of hate, and malevolent dogs will be barking and snapping at your feet.
Be astute of God's wisdom for it is your counter-beat.
Remain in your new birthplace of a multitude of God's love and mercy.
Give praise to God, for his faithfulness is your victory.
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NOT TO PREACH BUT TO REACH.
Ephesians 5:13-16 But all things that are reproved are made manifest by the light for whatever doth make manifest is light.
wherefore he saith, a wake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.
Redeeming the time, because the days are evil.
See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise.
Great transitional resolutions,
effective resilient communications,
like all communal, valid systems,
like all communions, vital paradigms,
grow robust as fueled by compassion
And grow frail
disrupted
blown up
as fueled by competitive aggression,
the narcotic nastiness of self-criminalizing narcissism,
internal externalizing anti-democratic terrorism.
Negative nutrition
is non-positive communication,
not non-violent transubstantiation,
not not absence of sustainable remuneration.
Negative, like absent zero, is distractingly difficult
to even dissonantly talk about
or through,
much less back and forth in a resilient way
Our almost total lack of nutritional resonant flow
despite our most compassionate positive communication
original intention
to communicate more happy democratic constitutional principles
of power for dynamically evolving wellness,
mutual well-being,
dynamic we-consciousness,
healthy co-passionate wealth.
Positive communication, resiliently predicted,
requires absence of negative miscommunication, dissonant
As perfect love
invites the absence of self-punishing sin
As compassionate goals
compel absence of narcissism,
absence of fear about claustrophobic ego-futures,
absence of reactive anger about past competitive egocentric wounds,
partially self-inflicted,
Absence of self-forgiveness for being LeftBrain dominant
human,
longing for great transitionally co-operating resolutions.
The bathroom floor’s coldness
comforts in light of the surrounding chill.
The crackled ceiling above
possesses a soft spot for a spider
Just like in the children’s song.
Still these seemingly harmless
Arachnoids precede
Future generations that
one day will farm
the last remaining mammals,
(mousy creatures)
like we raise cattle.
Tying them up
Paralyzing them with fear
Then having their way with the poor creatures…
I need to lie down.
Now, thinking of the knot
in my stomach begging for mercy with a voice
heretofore unheard, I circle back to how
I came to be there
in the first place.
Walked in of my own
volition. Took the bait. Was had.
I am my own worst enemy.
“Classic underachiever.”
I am close to losing it on the bathroom floor,
whatever I have left of it…
Time to find the humor in the Master Plan –
think deep, ominous voice as “Master Plan” gets annunciated.
The voice of god.
Imagine her, the one disordered with narcissism,
standing above you,
the spider has come down to my level
and is crawling along the bathroom floor.
Now with her heal,
big as the moon,
just itching to crush,
for no other reason than she can
she raises her foot
I scream my song silently:
“The itsy bitsy spider."
Many children step on bugs.
She begged for mercy –
Please don’t kill it mommy!–
as the shoe came down on her spider.
(How did I get here?)
Her future rests on the bathroom floor.
And I wonder:
What have I done?
In referance to SATB
I didn't know that music lovers often
tell the story from the arrangements
and pairings to what the composer is sharing
he combination of instruments
don't get along
like the piccolo and tuba
they don't jive when there together
and the muted celesta and xylophone
they don't get along
whats a song
the sounds for many
comparable and gitty
composed to love or set a mood
sounds can't love
but are capible of being loved
it's arranged for cultural conservation
you get what the composers saying
even though sounds aren't capable of love
what one desire to love
is an obstacle and challenge
due to the facts of being love
takes an enormous amount of time
those who interfere
will say one maynot be sincere
which may indicate a lack of
a lovers importance
the sounds that are supportive
the bright side to the love thing
is defined by what
you bring
to level out both sides of
importance
the composer considers
a pitch that delivers
the mood the sound should bring
Les personnages de cette fiction ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer, alors j'ai refusé de leur
donner mon nom de plume ou mon nom légal.
Ils sont méchants et ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer.
Vous pouvez dire que c'est fou parce qu'ils sont
fictifs, mais ma représentation et mes moyens
pour parvenir à mes fins sont tous liés à ces personnages
Piccolo meddled in Tubas affairs
the audience stops and stares
the traits of a disoriented thing
and what about Celetas muting
wisdom tells us that
it's no suited with
xlophone maybe it's all fiction
but for where we're sitting
I aint never seen nothing like
this before
Research suggests those who interfere in others' relationships are more likely to have dark personality traits such as narcissism. Meddlers may interfere in a relationship in a variety of ways, such as by highlighting how one's partner has failed to meet important needs.
CURSES
The curse of great beauty can get you so down,
It's the price one must pay though,
Born with such renown;
And then there's intelligence, when second to none,
There's no one to talk to,
In a class of just one.
When your manner and dress show such style and good taste,
You surpass all the others,
As the town fashion plarte,
And your talent for speech and social aplomb,
Your style and your grace,
Leaves all others struck dumb,
Folks tend to avoid you when you've been so blessed,
They can't understand you,
They just can't digest,
The pearls of your wisdom when you try to share,
Insiste on the best,
It just shows you care.
To be born so plain and so dull's the true curse,
But I tell you true,
Stupid is worse.
Judy Ball
Narcissism - Every now and then it's not so funny.
Form:
Gaia continues running on a Health Platform,
healthy democracy
for wealthy economy
for healthy ecopolitics
for wealthy democratic energy.
The idea of free markets
as those embedded in democratic transactional service
to a local community
Is as old and conservative
as the idea of health
being embedded in a real
organic economic body
and political mind,
actually communicating
and playing nice
with each other.
The primal goal of old school markets,
in good weather times,
was to grow polycultural health,
investments as rich as diverse nutritional needs
of consuming and producing constituents.
So too, in bad climate times,
a depressed and fading market
was, and is, to survive Lose economic
and Lose environmental EarthTrends,
becoming more monoculturally played out,
exhausted,
Often picking up,
emigrating toward more promising lands
and fresh water,
more breathable air,
healthier opportunities for robust
democratic
fair
transparent
mutually vulnerable
win/win healthy-wealth transactions.
Robust markets are rich in co-passionate exchanges,
a flow between non-violent consumers and producers
rooted in healthy cooperative investments
in
and from
and of nutrition-sharing hearts
and minds
and voices,
thoughts with feelings still attached.
The right to free communicating markets
is a right of democratic access
and an ecological positive corollary right
of equal freedom from investing in poison,
imprisoning the competition,
waging war against those who terrify our megalomania
with their own autonomous hubris,
violent lies
hypocrisy
narcissism
egocentrism
anthropocentrism
xenophobia
patriarchalism
homophobia
win/lose evolutionary competitions,
runaway capital hoarding,
moral bankruptcy,
investment in ego-maniacal agendas,
hate,
elitism,
racism,
autonomous media and market control,
feelings of grandiose entitlement,
Jealous and zealous bad faith
sold out as spiritualized
and denatured
disembodied
unmarketable
unfree BadNews anti-truth.
Meanwhile,
Gaia continues running on a Health Platform,
healthy natural/spiritual democracy
for wealthy secular/sacred economy
for healthy left/right bicameral ecopolitics
for wealthy democratic free-market energy.
Your trait TBH --
Narcissism behavior
Hatred...that's BS
Personality
Matters to me as well as
Character so pure
Your motives, so bad
Shady to the core and such
Naughty, out of hand
You're in want always
Coveting over me and
My lustful nature
Writing sad senryus
I know I suck at these poems
So over you, so true
I feel bittersweet
Tune in strange mind and young heart
Easy to forget...
I'm skeptical...and
Don't give a damn what you think
You'll regret me gone
You left me behind
Only to find my shadows
Of lies, cries and highs
Sick of coveting...
And sinning...tempted truly
Headache to go through
Sorry for your lows,
But it's not my fault at all
Your loss, not mine, hun
There is nothing more healing,
within my own limited experience,
than a good
vulnerable
cooperative
compassionate
co-invested CLIMAX.
There is nothing more of a good
full-body
well-being CLIMAX
than healing,
restoring peace,
ease,
co-passion,
ego/eco-political justice,
democratically-held and interdependently evolutionary,
expansive,
after-glowing flow.
The thesis that environmental climax triggers
do not cause my love
or anger,
do not make me loving
and do not make me angry,
Is like saying my testicles
do not make me horny;
It's all in my lustful head.
Like believing Donald Trump's rabid win/lose narcissism
does not make me angry,
and could not trigger my anger,
were it not for choosing my own egocentric
and capitalistic
and predative
and extractive
and dissociatively unhealthy
rabidity.
I agree it is useful not to collapse
neurologically felt autonomic agency
with social-psychological learned triggers,
but severing environmental stimuli
from internal negative causes,
and otherwise positive choices,
too often results in blaming
shaming
and prejudicially judging
the victim's underlying values
and traumatically learned experience
lacking choice-making toward win-win empowerment
and ecosystemic compassion,
Left/right bicameral
polyphonic resonant flow
with polypathic resilient strength
To remember no cooperative choice
could be more naturally/spiritually healing,
than an ecologically/theologically good
vulnerable
nakedly transparent
compassionate
co-invested CLIMAX.
There are things that we sow, and we do not desire to reap their harvest.
In fact, we might later engender aversions to the distaste we created.
But there is a fixed law that says, 'we reap what we sow'.
Inertia remains until an outside force alters its status.
Inertia must be a rarity in our vast volatile universe
because it seems that everything out there is in motion.
Commitment and consistency are always welcome,
But repetition that hopes for change yields a
sameness that is tantamount to insanity.
Dark, demonic, and horror books and movies,
I cannot abide and refuse to read or watch them.
To certain things, I must close my mind.
Our mortal being desires what it sees and feels.
Whether informed or ignorant of the actual cost,
Often, we do not desire to pay the hefty price.
I have an aversion to inhumane traditions.
Does it serve the few and enslave the many?
Is it demoralizing, humiliating, and racist?
I have an aversion to half-heartedness.
Should we not give it our all or not at all?
Sincerity alone does not make it holy.
And I think insincerity is repulsive.
Clearly, Hypocrisy has no winners.
I find narcissism most repugnant.
We have been told that fools rush in
where angels fear to tread. Some fears are
healthy. If the traffic light is red, wait.
Have respect for the ways of Rose as well as Ray.
If an entity is not broken, leave it be; Let it lay.
However, if it is broken, fix it now without delay.
Heroism is earned, not self-proclaimed.
Once upon a time, bleeding the ill was
a medical procedure that later proved
to be totally worthless and deadly.
I suppose that water takes the course of least
resistance because she feels that it is essential
to keep flowing. May we be conduits through which
God's love flows like an ever-flowing river.
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