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I am the link to the god all mighty
The grand master of this world
Dollar marks and social security carts
I am the warrior of this waste
The revelator of the word made to taste
The most high, the conduit to creation
The grand motivator
I shake your money maker
The rejuvenator on high
Feel the coming of my fire
The revelator extraordinaire
I am all
I think
I am the word in flesh & desire
I'm here to destroy and redistribute, redesign
Hallelujah, I'm here to tell ya!
The revelation of the revelator
Extraordinaire!
So dig down deep and scrape that coinage
Off that chewing gum and chaw
And give, give the holy dollar in sacrilege
As I rise above the great fanged maw
I'm the holiest of holy all praise the
Orange God, meet the prince, el Presidente
the Anointed One, hallowed be thy name
its kingdom come
on his toilet of golden as it is done
his holy war will be fun...
I'm the revelation the way to his pockets and praise
I'm the evaluator
The motivator
The ecstasy of one
Hollow be thy name
His kingdom is undone
His crown is crashing down
Holy is thy name the grand revelator
NO! Not a sound...!
Your online's only motivator
I am the kink to the all mighty
The grand wizard of this world a' rage
I am the war layer of this waste
The revelator of his word
I do not make haste...
The most holies of high,
The conduit to destruction
The antithesis of one
The grand exploiter
I carry the golden gun
The rejuvenator on high,
The ejaculator between succulent thighs!
Feel the coming of my fire
The revelator extraordinaire
I am all I think I am the word in flesh n fire
I'm here to destroy, redistribute, n redesign
Hallelujah, I'm here to tell ya!
Dig deep and give, give, forgive
The price to heaven, the keys to the pearly gates...OH YESSS....
Between these revelators weather clad highs
I'm the revelation
The elevator
The revival of most high
The master of nigh
Revelations n ruination…
REVELATOR
Surprise!
There's a fire starting,
Burning deep within.
Tumbling structures,
Of complex design.
Crumbling the fabric,
Of your mind.
A? reality you define,
Programs to redesign,
Morals to realign,
Balance is divine.
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Growing our fire inside,
Flame's making their mark,
Spirit feigning its spark.
Being so connected,
While so far apart.
Coming from the heart,
We start.
Adding the fuel,
Gaining our strength,
Preparing the dual.
Each individual,
Doing their part.
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Add your piece,
To the beast,
Together now,
Let's release,
T houghts of love,
A blaze of peace.
Filling the skies,
Silencing the cries,
Scorching evil,
From our eyes.
Realize, Energize,
The Phoenix is on the rise.
Active Hope principles and policies
and ego/eco-planning procedures
deep learn how to transform monocultural ecopolitics
through Permacultural Design and SubClimate Development
of multiculturally ecological climaxes,
diastatically Active Love
of truth in beauty polycultures,
planting and harvesting future ecstatic climate regenerators.
If Active Hope is LeftBrained Yang,
then Active Faith is Elder Matriarchal RightBrained Yin,
symbiotically Active Loving Tao
of Earth's pronoia-wealthy polyculturing revolutions.
EarthMatriotic faithful aspiration
is our anthropocentric appositional tipping point
struggling with, but not against,
unpeaceful patriarchal-political/capital-economic trauma
for polyculturally rich compassionate intention
to not escalate LeftBrain/RightWing dominant
monoculturing
StraightWhiteProfitable caste preserving costs
for affordable health- and property-insurance
as if this were WhiteMale privilege normal
for building faithful trust
and/or hopeful peace.
We follow enlightening testosterone history
and empowering estrogen mystery,
as did our ReGenerating cooperative, sometimes competing, Elders,
but would prefer more of MotherEarth's organically democratic wisdom
and somewhat less of FatherSun's over-zealous enthusiasm
for Earth-traumatizing devastation.
Active Hope,
PolyCulturally Intelligent
polypathic-faith and polyamorous hope
to more regeneratively redesign fair and even-handed,
LeftBrain dominant verbalizations
and Elder RightBrain prominent nonverbal interdependent feelings
where anthropocentrically deductive-only capital/tax investment disvalues
currently exceed EarthClimate capacity
for regenerating healthy trust
and globally wealthy peace.
Once upon a dreary time
A boy set out to note a rhyme
Pen in hand with paper lined
Prepared he was to share his mind
But thoughts lay barren and confined
Without sense, reason, or rhyme
Suffered he did this weary time
Both his soul and cheerless mind
His eyes grew dark, his face grew lined
And tho he sought to redesign
Something, anything it need not be fine
But the words would not align
And in his room he did confine
To seek and pray for some sweet sign
For the intercession of the divine
To show, to prove verse sublime
But chaos reigned and nothing aligned
And so he collapsed under weight of his crime
Chained by shackles of his own design
Weeping tears by misery primed
The poet thus became the sad mime.
I was newly hired at her place of employment. My office was not yet prepared for occupancy, so I shared an office with my superior. It happened 30 years ago and although I was a much younger man, I find it hard to believe some of the things I did. I was a man of 39, never realizing how blind I was about matters of human relations. Thanks to a dear one named Harriet , I repented and turned from the error of my ways. No, she was not the super saintly type and did not ware a
Halo, nor did she rush to say hello. But yes, she was indeed a Christian lady.
One afternoon as I was busy arranging and organizing items on the desk I shared with our boss, Harriet, his secretary, entered the office and catching me in the very act, she said to me "what are you doing?" A quick response from me provoked a stern remark from her, " You have no right to redesign his desk and office". No further comment was necessary. I should have known better. A life lesson of privacy was quickly taught by a Christian lady I once knew. It was the first of two gifts I treasured from Harriet during my six year tenure.
The second gift she gave to me was a book entitled "My utmost for his highness" which is a devotional among the best in the world and highly valued by me. she autographed the Book with a note to me in her words- " To remember me by". I tell you, I needed nothing to aid with the remembrance of Harriet, for she was a jewel, a pearl of great price, a treasure hidden in a field, a breath of fresh air, a cup of water in the desert.
Some years later, I received word that she was fighting cancer in the hospital. When I visited her, she was sleeping and slowly dying. I sat with her in the room, just she and i, recalling her gift of words to me in our boss' office and The devotional she gave to me that I so deeply treasure.
I tell you, some people enter and exit our lives rather briefly, leaving a gold mine of precious memories.
092619PS
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The age has carved new mirrors out of code,
Bright engines humming with unhallowed speed.
They capture thought the way rivers hold stones,
But they never hunger for what our souls bleed for.
They answer faster than our trembling minds,
They predict our fears before we learn their names.
But though they mimic every pattern we design,
They never walk the long road that shapes our destinies.
For circuits can calculate, but they cannot choose.
Models can speak, but they never taste their words.
They cannot lose the battles that break human pride,
Nor hear the silent aches hidden inside the songs we have lived.
A poem built by algorithms may shine,
A perfect tower untouched by time or pain.
But poems forged by hearts that dared to feel
Carry a holy pulse no metal can ever define.
These tools can guide like lamps at dusk,
Helping the weary see the next stone on the path.
But they cannot bear the weight of human trust,
Nor stand for you when conscience draws its line in fire.
Yes, let them help,
But only as a map helps,
Never as God helps,
Never as a friend helps,
Never as the Spirit helps.
For what is gained if we outsource our becoming,
And trade the sacred struggle that shapes humans into truth-bearers?
No engine has ever learned the cost of love.
No program has ever tasted the sweetness of regret.
No system has ever felt the sting of rising again
After a heartbreak that nearly stole breath from the soul.
Wisdom grows in wrestling, never in ease.
Wisdom rises in the reality that exposes who we are.
If we surrender every sacred need to machines,
We drift, untethered, from the guiding star of our humanity.
So guard the fragile borders of your soul,
The place where real decisions are born and tested.
Let AI serve like a tool, but never sculpt the whole.
Let steel assist you, but never redesign your becoming.
I danced around the circle how graceless i am
The tones i used to sing was no longer mine
Food id like to eat turned bitter in time
I looked at the mirror the face is not mine
How cruel the world so clueless no sign
Pieces by pieces will i ever redesign
I feign day by day that everything is fine
Love i once held was now undefined
The tramp, loafer, bummer all in one
Whatever you call the name is one sound
Pond of lust and laughter and fun
You may win the game but your cloud has no sun
My eyes are bleeding in pain and on fire
Indomitable anger so hard to respire
Look at me now how you made me desire
Exhausted, berated, Please condole by my side
Form:
When one thinks of the most powerful,
Atomic weapons come to mind; reasonable also
to consider the dynamics of volcanoes -- molten
soupy interior of the earth; how the planet
compresses and churns, convulsively until surface's
cataclysmic redesign. Which leads me to our parent sun,
so massive a cosmic generator -- it is difficult
for the awestruck mind to contemplate such great,
energizing potential...that thought finally leads back to what has really
mattered most in my life...what has had the most dramatic impact:
a most disturbing force while miraculously
healing...purest affections personified
while utter despairs optimized~ glorious rockets of
triumphant flares! My desperate failures. Therefore, little
need for continuing such a convoluted quest, when Love, above all else,
clearly~ is creation's very worst and best.
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
The waves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
An angel of the Lord said to Mary
God has need of you
A shift is about to occur in your life
Something bold and brand new
If you allow yourself to be redirected
By God's mighty hands
You must then recognize and remain obedient
When God reveals His mighty plans
God moves, God behooves
And His actions may affect more than just you
There will be a paradigm shift
Where multitudes will be influenced too
But your godly dividends will come on the back end
When its time to trade in your spiritual stock
Once you reclaim your hope, trust in your faith to cope
As that shift may cause you some shock
You just need to believe, in order to perceive
That shift may change the course of your life
To now be resigned that God will redesign
Like when He gave Mary His son Jesus the Christ
So let go of hopelessness
As it only capitulated into dead dreams
Reclaim your hope and refocus
As God shifts to bring forth a new thing
It may be a political proclamation
Like that which gave importance to a younger virgin girl
God shifted to make her the bearer of His son Jesus
Thus changing the whole world
So don't ever discount yourself
When it comes to your purpose and possibilities
We are all blessed and highly favored
As we wait for our godly victories
So when God calls you forth remember
All the planning and networking has been set in place
The inventory and supplies have been already delivered
With the shift full of His mercy and grace
Mary reclaimed her hope
And realized her significance in this life
She embraced her shift
And welcomed becoming the mother of Our Lord Christ