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And those that were wise spoke among themselves
They took note of the darkness
spoke of things past and things yet future
they collected the news
the times and the seasons of men
they watched carefully for the time
to fulfill what was foretold
and yet it was not the time
but only a little time did each possess
What will they do with this time
but few living at the time found the Lord's Glories
he was one who lived "in the trenches"
not just fighting poverty but "poverty in spirit"
he not only touched them but he loved them
It's difficult to take my eyes off him
the depth of his beauty of soul
draws me like the herds to water
as I seek to saturate myself
with the looking at him
and the wisdom of his words
Choice words here about all that dogma
if you are missing just this one thing
it doesn't even hit close to the excellence
manifest in his nature, and I want
to explain it , clearly so
we among ourselves can understand
Where among men can you find such loyalty
no one can even purchase the like of it
nor has anyone been so completely
committed to the benefit of others
You don't hear it said often about those here
"He was incorruptible" , irreproachable , thoroughly just
without prejudice , and could aptly expound on the "wisdom of the ages"
yes in the trenches "not killing people trenches" for war
but where those who needed him could find him
I have been searching for the "like of him"
I have covered every quadrant looking for his fullness
bits and pieces , bits and pieces
and not even I with all that I have known
can display such expanse of attributes
so wholly desirable , that all the disputes of dogma
are drowned in his essences
so clear is the vision of him
and transparent his motives and activity
why would anyone exchange this pattern
for something far less valuable?
I want to slate my thirst and be saturated
bathed in the love of him
I want to commit it's energy into all my cells
and yet the circumference of it's vastness
exhausts me . I can only look upon the glory
of such a person and be mesmerized
by the shear depth of his exquisiteness
of whom I could never be worthy
to look upon such an incorruptible nature
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Poetry of Providence?
New baby angels float in turquoise gowns
Come down slow like opened parachutes
On eight sided snow flakes in Alaska
Where sun light plays with ice on trees
With colors creating crystal glowing dreams
Angels come in peace from far off galaxies
From newly created universes from beyond
At the edge of quadrant five where time began
Where holy forces congregate with dark matter
Brilliant beacons of hope travel on light beams
At light speed to find a home with fallen snow
As children find the wilderness in innocence
Exploring the unknown
Woven through eternity in the fabric of time
Children capture snow flakes in their mind
Play with angels hidden deep inside each one
Parachuted down from heaven on eight sides
- The Goodbye Goose-
Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all the rocks aglaze.
Reflection, stretching shadows.
Longer thinner men - longer thinner still.
Shadowy tall , feeling small.
Sunmangled window in a diamond quadrant.
Keyhole orifice and creeping becomes nostalgia.
Why dont you just shut up and call?
Home going geese-slipstream in a vee.
High honking traffic, trailing vapour leaves you exposing me.
Cascading spirits slipping down the walls, swirling eddies
and smoky waterfalls, draping over furniture like slimy octopi...
Drunken weekend metaphors , Monday morning remorse.
Up and down the ladders of my memory, tinkly piano playing on my spiny vertebrae.
Permeating lies of my story told not of voice or tongue or lips-no.
But of crafty bits that left unsaid, untold encyclopaedia of me.
T'would be so simple to top you up, yet dark forces warn me ,
to pimp me out to you is to forfeit martyrdom and victory crown,
deprives the joy of shooting you down, shifting the blame.
Denies the stature as abuser , distracts my winner into loser.
Never be a frontal goose .
Earth's soul, Her soil
His fuel, Her Sun
His blood, Her baptismal water
Her SkyGod fills each copulating breath
upon Her bilateral lightwhite/dualdark skin
of self-regenerating ecoconsciousness,
where God's super-eco logic
double-binds Time's bilateral evolving light
now-present primal balance
nutritional stream for EarthTribe CoIdentity,
RNA/DNA square rooting (0)-seeds-of-dialectic-time strings
of reverse-hierarchical revolutioning spiral Prime Dimension ReGenesis,
healthflow-balanced fractal-quadrant
Prime Relationship Tao
Interior with Exterior
polyculturing rainbow Earth's forgiving maintenance.
Bow to your partner
doe see doe prime balance
spin to regenerate,
resolve balance to evolve time's light
with dualdark co-gravitation
Win to Win
or at least notnot draw
midway's wu wei Tipping Point
dipolar regenerative systemic healthpower
of bicameral LeftYang/RightYinWin temporal-neural fold,
fractal-dialectical,
(0)-soul dualdark bilateral
reverse-temporal bipolar balance,
ConVex happiness is to ConCave health
as Earth's nutrition gives to Anthro's cooperative temporal wealth
holonically generous polycultural life,
Interior-mind/Exterior-body
nondualistic 0/1
sacred/secular
multiculturally healing landscapes.
I was caught in a triangle were four hearts were broken.
Two were being played but four took cupids tokens.
Two were speaking in secret while the others tried to hold true,
both on opposite ends of the playing field who didn't have a clue.
Our hearts ached and beat away from each desired direction.
Thinking of our loved ones where we found our true affections.
"I hope you find happiness" and "I hate you" being slurred.
"I don't ever want to see you" and "I hope you die" were her painful piercing words.
Somehow love found it's way, kindled and reunited.
with blissful joy and happiness that four so delighted.
Operant conditioning assisted us in seeing the path,
back to each original love, the love that will last.
Beyond the escarpment of love a 2nd hand rose thrives, trying not to die
the gardens are pregnant in bloom as Mei in her China gown asks why
the authentic sun shines both to burn the winding paths of languid lies
and to non-discriminate the swell of her pearls, this is her Dynasty cry
Stunning gardens giving birth, young brides and padded stoic grooms
happy gregarious music plays a Guangling melody of old while she enchants
the whispering winds, she tries not to think of her future as the hour slips
Typhoon Marge 1973, a wedding picture framed in white taken by the lot
but on this previous day not a stroke of wind not an ounce of water to mar
the union of two souls, beyond the crystal ball gazes of two young lovers
the sea is still untouched, no rain induced landslides yet, no slope terrain
A flood of emotions isolate Mei, the coastal flood fill her lungs
she is a deluge before a torrent of people who watch in quiet consent
This ceremonial ritual quadrant union breaks, as she makes her escape
no pre-arranged singling spot, just a rolling sea and the rise of her breast
sucking in air she runs, runs, runs, and runs, away from him .
Pasteur Quadrant
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Two Akhal Tekes in front of
a space age inspired Carriage
" The Trophy and the Crown"
They might hack the software in my new
"Standard" carriage by Lavish Honey
The new brand Horse Carriage
which is incredibly modern.
It's insulated light a sturdy for
it's size
and has software that controls
the instruments on board
it has a battery that is rejuvenated
by the alternator type devices on each wheel.
it has a portable toilet and wash station.
An onboard radio and phone.
A two way radio and a Air-conditioner
and heater.
And Televisions and cameras with monitoring systems
aboard the space age vessel.
The windows tint in sunlight
and frost over in the dark.
It has headlights
but it's recommended for daytime use.
Lights inside makes it a place
where camping out is possible
due to the exterior stove and sink.
A microwave and small refrigerator
inside makes snacking possible.
both solar powered by the the attachment on
the roof.
It's incredibly modern and
it is "Easy on the Horses as it is lightweight
and sturdy from the usage of aluminum.
Far Superior than other made before it.
The brand is recognized as Best over all.
Yet it is increasingly vulnerable to remote
exploits and medling: by those who wish
to hack the systems.
An anti-hacking device needs
to be invented to monitors all hacking attempts.
To improve the safety to both man and beast.
The Chassis is named Black Rhino!
the horsemen has a partially covered booth
a waiting area to sit when he is idle.
It comes standard with only radio, cameras, heating and cooling systems.
And the Lavish model which doesn't stop at equipment.
7/8/17
Triple digits
Not just talking about riches
Better mind your own business
And keep your distance
Before you start sleeping with the fishes
Never should it ever be forgotten
There is only so much time allotted
Regarding anything cosmic
Whether or not it
Involved aeronautics
Better get on this
To be honest
If it was what you truly wanted
Near and far from what is labeled as haunted
I never once thought I had it all in my pocket
I'm just coming in faster than a rocket
And comet
Across any quadrant
Trying to earn respect and profit
By using more than skill and logic
I just can't be stuck
Never really had much
Whether or not it had anything to do with bad luck
I'll man up
Regardless of it it's easy or that's tough
I'll move far past stuff
And earn every last buck
To delta quadrant the Enterprise is assigned
But captain Kirk has long since resigned
But he'll let you know
Cheap places to go
As he does ads for priceline
Spock is light years from Mars
You can see him twinkle from afar
He still shines bright
His logic is right
He's found a place among the stars
Sulu was exposed to too many gamma rays
And was taken to sick bay
Scottie beamed him down
to a nice resort town
Where he spends happy days
But I must admit
Scottie has seen it fit
To remain on high
Circling the sky
He was beamed up into Earth's orbit
Uhura worked with NASA for a while
On a mission that was worthwhile
She still recalls the bliss
When she and Kirk did kiss
And it makes her smile
Dr. McCoy made no "bones" on what he would say
His humor probably cured many in sick bay
If he was overworked
He'd tell Captain Kirk
"By golly Jim I'm beginning to think I can cure a rainy day!"
My federation sent me
New planets I must find
To broaden our horizons
Life of a different kind
Some where in this quadrant
A radar blip prompts me
Warp to the contact
Await and we shall see
Destination reached
As I view this world
My receivers pick up
Signals, two I heard
One from a place called England
One from a place called France
To hear the sound of life
Keeps me entranced
My computers confirm the above
My hand held detected so
To listen on their language
To see what tells me so
A broken mix of two
With a similar strain
Do I detect a difference
Humans going against their grain
One invites the other
The other not so keen
One is rhyming history
Calling the other mean
Whats the reason for this
Computers can you tell?
It seems to be the trait of one
To tell the other to go to hell?
There seems to be more clarity
Signals coming through
It's a man and a woman
I pray they have virtues too
In my travel capsule
I speed down to their lands
Invite them to a meeting
And possibly hold hands
If this does not work
What I am to do
Head back to my spacecraft
Hey guys it's up to you?
" Based on a comment by Ronald Bingham "