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The nadir of insanity, is engendered by a
controlling
Humanity, who on impulses of awareness
of mortality in all fairness.) Does
Propulse their very thinking.? And with efforts always plinking.' Whilst in despair and never blinking, dazelled by much lighting, and daubed in cosmetics..Its all rather frightening, and might well effect actions of health and thought connection.' Always dealing and extruding confidence
As precluding any workable continuam there is great proclivity, to? To? I'll term it
' turbo-binning ' as the waste of all their intense-ity.. biights earth and heaven with monstrosity's there is no
end to in truth; just 'oddity's' A 1970s car i'm told fired away.? I
Fail to see there beauty.. Rather insecurity its somewhat sad.. I sense, just some thoughts today.' As lost in denial.' Of reality (and certain files?) Not to mention trials.. They tinker with vials..Containing whatever.? Will make them. Younger;
ever clever clever.? To me its real alien, and why direction is failing.'
Its a loop despair ' and deep fear it seems that that drives them to eventually no-where.'
Wisdom co-arises with integrity
to empower bilateral
and multilateral consciousness
of robust polycultural knowing
climates of better global health
through local nonviolent communication safety.
Safety is organically healthy felt
co-arising sufficient co-investment thoughts,
not precluding,
nor presuming,
social distancing
yet within active hope of full circle winning
interdependent call and response,
Listening for both/and feelings speaking
healing egocentric bodies
restorying ecosystemic habitats
of warm
engaging
cooperative hospitality
in-between integrity's seductive enlightenment
and wisdom's inductive empowerment.
Once upon a time there lived
a young girl
Who eventually was to grow up
inevitably later into a young
women
And when she did all she ever
wanted and dreamed of endlessly
then was to have a young daughter
of her very own
And in time she surely did which
in tern made here complete and
truly happy having seemingly
had her every waking wish duely
granted
Now as the story goes just 2
short years after having her
beautiful baby girl
1 morning whilst in the shower
peering down she noticed her hair
was starting to fall out
Then after booking an appointment
with her G.P in order to get it checked
out
She was later on her precluding
follow up appointment to discover
she was to be diagnosed with
terminal cancer
And what was to become of her
daughter
Well she herself no more than
2 years later to the day her very
self be diagnosed destined to
suffer the same erroneous fate
And all her family and countless medical caregivers had as cold
comfort to offer her was both
sadly and unfortunately nothing
more and other than this
Your Mommy loves you so much
she cannot wait to see her beautiful
little baby angel again in heaven
And she left as she came into
this world with a smile beaming
across her face outwardly displaying
such joy and carefree abandonment
lust and verve for life
The likes of which this world i
fear may never ever see once
again as it was a once in a lifetime
as was she
Reading the deaths column in
the Echo i believe her funeral
is this coming sunday at her
local church where she will
be burried beside her mother
One can only pray and hope
that God will be there for both
her and her mother this time
if at all
I wonder how Donald Trump thought
and felt
about his King Midas political narrative
at the time of his electoral college victory.
Well,
actually I don't need to wonder.
He mentioned, once or twice,
how thrilled he was with well-marketed turnout
at his self-celebratory inauguration.
Still,
I wonder how these thoughts and feelings might compare
with King Midas despair
thoughts and golden touch feelings
after impeachment of his intentional neglect
for multiculturally inclusive
healthy wealth of resilient GoldenRule communication
connected with and through
co-attached interdependent values
of a cooperatively vulnerable democracy
built on robust and resilient trust.
For any narcissist,
this is a curiously compassionate dispassionate question,
but for a nationalistically successful executive
of win/lose competitions
precluding sight and sound and smell
of win/win green healthy cooperative organic structures
and empowerment platforms
for healthier climate multicultures,
even the GoldenRule is trumped
by GoldenTouch of toxic wealth
prejudicially measured as robust
regardless of absent compassionate health
Made more resiliently resonant
through integrity of Left minded with Right hearted golden integrity,
equitable ratios
and interdependently blended elixirs
ego-RightWing ebbing
with eco-LeftWing flowing.
Seems to me I remember someone
saying something
about not storing up golden treasures
in trump towers
where moths
and bedbugs
and rust
can so easily spread
moldy moral bankruptcy,
spiritless
nature-less
soul-less
nihilistic
climate pathology denialistic.