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Young and Old: It is time to
wake up; Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the close eye's of supply and demand will offer a challenge that shall seperate the boy's
from the Man's. And to add to this remark, Women, whether you are white, black, red or what
ever choice that place's you in the catagory of demand. Your emotional fortitude alway will be
an issue, the supplie's of your womanhood, is that the challenge's of tomorrow supercedes
any challenge's of yester-year's because the cause's of determination are often misunder-
stood when both sexes's think they are above their nature and their attitude is to be conc-
ieve as "good". But, "It's not about You". Old, middleage or new, a generation of viper's it is
not about you, not about the clothe's you wear or the self proclaim existence of your supply
and demand. He spoke everything into its proper order of importence, now the evil beast
[satin] and the self centered thought's of people's, have the forces of impurity been given to
a society that's compel to do what they want too do. "Is that You".
Satin: has taken over the Churche's: God created life: Mankind in its procurement to out-do
the essence of God himself, have accepted an abonminable disrespect unto himself and who
are the one's that suffer: Our Churche's, as an uppity blandent society of worshipper's, that
knows no God, has allow itself that the place of worship has become a dend of permissive be-
haviour. "It's not about You". It's about God (Jehovah) the name of Emanuel speake's that he
is the Lord of everything. And the attitude of the peoples can not change one thing. With eye's
wide open and the spirit of love is resussited in generation upon generation recieving the
blessing of the Son; Young and Old, Shout-Out the cidditiness from your lungs. Accept and
believe. "He is the One".
Let the Bible speak's: Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeem with corruptible
1 Peter 1 18-19 thing's, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation recieved
by tradition from your fathers: But with the precious blood of
Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and spot:
Resiliently healthy ego identity
emerges from a lifelong process
of interdependent ecosystemic individuation
As LeftBrain verbal dominance
historically emerges
from multiculturing RightBrain synergetic feelings
Unchanging physical being
frames embodied transubstantiating
creolization processes of becoming co-acclimated.
All or Nothing dogmatism
arrests incommensurable divides
between naturally embodied ego health
and spiritually minded ecosystemic wealth.
Win/Lose leftbrain stuck
seeks rightbrain alliance
toward healthy Win/Win unstuck freedom
constrained by co-arising dipolarity
Such as deductive and reductive thoughts
left hemisphere verbalized;
Inductive and conductive feelings
right hemisphere non-verbally felt
Unchanging autonomous Ego
in win/lose evolutionary worldview
gestalt
opens and/or ecosystemic healthy co-acclimating
progressive views of natural/spiritual Earth-habitat
Created of and for win/win revolutioning life
death
relife
repurpose process
multiculturing views
of organic EarthTribe's compassionate communion
communication
Global restorative justice
and peace communities
When secularized,
fundamentally severed from sacred Earth
spirited
processive
permissive Nature.
Sensed space
is to embodying processes
of dynamic transporting Time
is to changing
processing
democratically co-empathic
inside/outside bilateral Mind
ego/eco-revolving Earth's seasonal revolutions
of transportive spiral SpaceTime
Bilaterally eradiating through disembodying space
surrounding out transportive
transcendent SunLight
of solar evolving systemic
sublime-Time
within universally emergent Space
without insufficient uniting Time
For co-laterally changing healthy compassionate
embodied space/time Minds
in sensory-spaced humane bodies
Of incensed EgoSpaces
are to constrained embodiment
as dynamically transporting EcoSystemic Time
is to spirally co-arising healthy
freeing Change.
The rise and fall of civilizations
is always clearer to track in hindsight
like the stages and progression of battles in a war,
but in the trenches, in the decades of decline,
it’s hard to see any trajectory other than the fall
as society gets richer and softer, more liberal and permissive
until it’s so far Left, so far up on its precarious pinnacle of achievements
there is nowhere else for it to go
but down.
This was the 1,000 year dream of the 3rd Reich
which never was,
and the Brave New World which even though is
can never last.
Eventually the People,
with its collective governments and institutions
of misinformation and indoctrination
have to revert to the mean
have to swing Right
back towards greater freedom,
liberty and personal responsibility.
Eventually everything designed to get
too big to fail has to fail.
Eventually the good-times
with their good-time mentality and morality
have to end.
I just can’t see it happening
within such a system.
For once an authoritarian system is in place
it doesn’t just step aside voluntarily
since involuntary is as good a way to define the Left
as voluntary is the Right.
The only way I can see a voluntary society returning
is a collapse of the New World Order as we know it,
and this isn’t just a national or regional issue
as it has always been in the past,
it’s now global.
And it isn’t just a slight “correction”
able to be managed as a “road bump”
on the endless march of progress,
it’s a total collapse.
Collapse, like war, is easy to think and talk about.
It’s a lot harder to actually live through,
yet some silver lining awaits on the other side
when civilization rises again.
It’s gonna take hard times,
and hard times are coming,
and yet…..
Good times or bad times
It’s all just times, and all
Time is illusion
(10/26/23)
What is the main difference
and primary points of comparison
between being inductively seductive
and becoming deductively submissive?
Between being illusive
and becoming illusioned?
Between being deluded
and becoming delusional?
Between being precluded
and becoming included?
Between being illusory
and becoming luminated?
Between being enlightened
and becoming relit?
Between being permissive
and becoming remissive?
Between being empowered
and becoming more cooperatively repowered?
Between being in survival operation mode
and becoming out thrival co-operative means?
Seductively sexual,
like inductively sensory-neural,
is in the co-empathic eyes and ears,
nose and throat,
touch and feelings
of The Bolder Win/Win v Win/Lose Beholder.
Submissive,
like ecopolitically permissive,
co-operates short- through long-term
DominantYang/SubmissiveYintegrity
polypathic/polyphonic
verbally/non-verbally
win/win co-empathic communications.
Can a profoundly autonomous individual organism
be yintegrally submissive
without short- and long-term investments
in becoming eco-politically subservient?
Marginalized?
Enslaved?
Raped?
Imprisoned?
Punished?
Mere subjects of lose-economic benefits
and lose-ecological health Revenge?
EcoFeminist Dialogue,
more multiculturally astute
than AnthroPatriarchal Debate,
is also somehow more positively
permissively
democratically
trustingly
cooperatively deviant,
yintegrally recessive noticing
with active win/win curiosity
and hope
and passion
Recessed
yet reconnecting flow
between reductive and seductive
in-between active ecofeminist WorldView submissions
Top bicamerally polypathic/polyphonic
win/win dipolar co-arising
seductive dialogue,
more than bottomed out
reductive dismissive debate.
The sprout of momentary illusion,
the voyage of a derelict dream in place of a lie,
the lure of April, the deceit of May concertized in December,
in wintry snow, mocked,
miscarriages of a well worn organ,
the grin of February,
suspended in September,
the burden of unconquered Lust,
the armies of censorial secret "bedders",
begging for the abandoned rottenness on my path,
obsequious frenzy of the hasty oath at Ikoyi,
the stealthily lure of a defiled bed before the oath,
the desperation of "a wanna be" by crook,
hurried by the mascara coated looks of a postponed "dowried hariotery,"
A bedfellow from the red zone,
an unrepentant Gomer,
The armies of bias exes overwhelmed the gaze with suspicions,
compelling through diurnal and surreptitious escapades in dark corners,
allured by unfinished lust,
to the city centre for a quickie,
And myriads of men hides in ambuscade save one,
with threats of kill for suspending their “off home” secret lush
The public mistress unfit for their homes, Yet suited for their Lust by turns
she warmed our beds they say'
purloined for your Fall of a few days,
The bawd roamed unrestrained,
'Don't talk to me' she says.
Unbridled concupiscence her forte,
forty plus years in the trade,
well versed in the art
The sneaky nights,
the secret calls,
the Stygian services,
and countless gift of libidinous frivolities.
Yet their victim must remain mute,
as truly the drama unfolded ,
all appeal rebuffed by arrogance,
as they taunt with permissive perverse Laws
convinced on the first day.
Converse for four weeks,
conscripted in one week
“conbedded” on arrival in same day,
Correction of a fool,
concluded at the Court.
Then in retrospect, Delilah revived.
The appearance of gentleness
shows many gracious ways
and this image of godly meekness
is being totally true to oneself;
it can't be stirred by rage,
or even irrational revenge:
indignation is an unthinkable bluff!
Do nobles often embrace folly?
Be it envy, betrail or debauchery,
they all fall into the pit of misery;
someone belonging to their bloodline got clever
and invented the trick of alchemy...
he imagined one sleeping when he was dead:
the transformation was grandly achieved,
the Veiled Christ was a showcase of grandeur!
Sculptors with chisels and hammers
create faces that are realistically divine;
they embody their own spirit on those faces
with expressions that exceed human beauty:
more than paintings they exude emotions.
Novelists write stories, poets write poems;
who hasn't memorized a specific line
written with cleverness and simplicity?
Are we engaged more in remote interaction
than in human emotions that spread affection?
Do we forget to give a hug in our rush for success
heading to a destination where dialogue is about affairs,
not realizing that we are trading our happiness,
for wealth, our temptation for holiness;
and all the permissive actions that transgress?
Do we see an end to obsessive and unyielding greediness?
Can we ignore the voice of irreversible trust,
and allow deafness to define our worthiness
turned into mindlessness not connected to emotions?
Never expect to be compensated by lust:
it's not a guaranteed way to feel good without resentment:
can we achieve glory without the virtue of our passions?
Lori (the shadow of a lighter poem)
Lori, I'm not in love with you, but I do think that you are pretty;
so with a pathetic chance to smile, I was willing to take your hand.
I could not understand it though, before now, you never talked to me,
and I had only known your name as another face within the crowd.
Yet, here we are, holding hands, talking; should instead, as I wonder, why,
as I follow your lead, anticipation, outside, into the night.
Across this parking lot and through the gate, in the freezing air, behind;
The crystal ring around the moon; we find warmth, exhausting from within.
We sat talking on that metal grate, overlooking the gym-day fields.
An illusion; was that warming steam, as a spot drier from the snow.
I was like a blind man, being led; the untrained soldier in the field.
But your permissive eyes, asked me, if I was willing to keep you warm?
So, as I reach behind you, my hand: with your hip and mine, now closer.
As I turn my eyes, in yours I see; to find your tongue and mine now touch
My rising hand finds your warming skin; cold fingers, shivers, down your spine
A postured arch, rising chin disarms, your ear lobe and neck: elating
As I climb the stairs at the hallways end, for she said that she'd be there
Should I kiss her or maybe later, how should I act in public view
As she had told me, she'd be waiting; and, with an unknown friend, she was
They were laughing as she glanced at me, she said, "I told you that he would"
© Jeffrey Spencer
Gun addicts sad and looking glum
No lives were lost to guns today -
No tallies to add to their sums,
No reaper swaths with lives to pay.
A somber day - a losing streak,
Gun addicts dressed in mourning black -
Exchanging messages so bleak
And cursing this unseen setback.
Death didn't take a holiday
But, bullets took a day-long pass
While gun addicts just pined away
And hoped this delay wouldn't last.
Yes, longing when the good old days
Brought suffering at their behest -
Gun addicts would soon hope to raise
The flag of mayhem, now at rest.
Ah well, a time to hoard a store
Of guns and bullets for the fray -
As gun addicts prepare once more
To shatter lives another day.
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Obsession: Abettors:
The pervasive "need" When lawmakers pass
for firearms demonstrates Third permissive gun laws do they
World mentality. abet homicide?
Everyone needs a gold psychedelic prejudice card.
A PP card to carry that shows whether they are an auto-demi-dog or republi-cat
A PP card that says whether they are a liberal or a permissive, a pinko,
or a fundamentalist right-wing-bird.
This all-knowing PP card could instantly tell us whether their kitchens are red or orange or another color.
Without gold PP cards, how do we know who to hate?
Sure, we can sort some people out as hate-able right away.
White people’s faces blaze forward in a glaring way, so face colors are easy.
Freckled people have freckles on their faces or their arms, so if we want to hate them, cards are not necessary.
Red-headed people cannot hide their hair all the time.
Chevy drivers have that Chevy emblem, so that’s easy.
But for some stuff, we truly need a gold PP card –a hate card, so we will know who to hate.
I think this card should be implanted under our foreheads, but shiny enough that we can see it,
So when we decide to talk to a stranger on a bus or in line at the airport we know WHO we are talking to, so we will know who to hate.
Also, our children will meet only the kinds of people we approve of.
There are a lot of undesirables out there. They need to be pointed out right away, so we can instill a solid ground of prejudice in them at a young age.
I am thinking the PP cards should be implanted at birth.
Am I right?
The apple and peach trees had
an intense aroma and like sweet wine
with tiny bubbles, it slowly put me to sleep;
and soon after a goddess appeared
in a lovely spring night dream
and she told me that Heaven could be mine.
" Ah! Foolish man, you've wasted your youth
chasing after sensuality and unquenchable pleasures,
never committing yourself to one woman;
once life smiled upon you without a shadow of sadness,
now unhappiness leads you to sorrow and pulls you down
as gravity does...desire for lust is a tree that bears no fruit! "
" Be more aware of potential sexual diseases spread by some...
why chase after lust and sensual women who defile their bodies
to give unfaithful men pleasure? Remember the permissive sixties?
Everybody was having good times, not considering its outcome!
And while informing me of the dangerous reality,
the beautiful goddess revealed herself to me,
" I am Venus...the love goddess whom lovers always sought,
but times are different and love is no longer divine on anyone's thought! "
" Many cities around the globe have become the Sodom and Gomorrah condoning
homosexuality and bestiality as if their acts couldn't harm until the score is finalized;
think again: would thousands of people have died if lurid acts weren't practiced?
Read the terrifying stories of those who have died and the ones who are still dying!