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A Quote By Rod Serling:
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man... a dimension as vast as space and as timeless, as infinity.
In a conceptual world of fifth dimension there exists an unobservable micro dimension called space. It contains an invisible loop smaller than an atom. As 5D multi-dimensional beings, we are now capable of touching the spiritual world with our bare minds and finally be able to oscillate our bodies between two worlds. As the spirit and the matter unite we achieve Divine comprehension of self and others. Beginning to perceive each instant and moment of time we start to live our lives wide awake and alert. In compliance with the natural laws that co-exist in our time on earth. Earth is in a process of transformation and so are we. As we evolve there is no longer a need for war as we know it. (The greatest victory is that which requires no battle)
When these corporal bodies of ours have blown away to the wind like shredded ribbons loosed from a kite, towards glass ceiling skies we will fly, then go to a place where no one ever truly dies...
A Quote By Gene Rodenberry
The strength of a civilization is not measured by its ability to fight wars, but rather by its ability to prevent them.
Let us reason with our evolving minds in order to search and heal, rather than seek and destroy. When we enter into the 6th dimension we can finally witness the past, present and future unanimously. Having full access to time we are no longer feel the pressure of aging. So let us measure our strengths by courage, honesty, empathy and loyalty. As we open the psychic centers our mind and come to a Universal understanding, we all must do our part if we are ever to amalgamate and enter into the 7th dimension, together and collectively.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year
The animals of the forest decided that they should have a leader to guide them. They said anyone that wanted to, should get up and expound. The fox, eager to influence the others with his clever concepts, made the suggestion that he should be the boss. The magpies response was contentious, "How could we trust you?" "Every year you steal more and more of our eggs, and that's not right!" they said. "I think I would make a strong leader, and fair," said the lion. "But you have been a self-imposed dictator for far too long!" said the owl. "What about me?" the horned one said. "My wisdom is legendary!" Then all the animals started talking at once, when a shadow filled the doorway, and a man came forward. A great gasp of surprise arose in the Hall of the Hallowed Tree. The Naked Ape of the Divine Toadstool said, "quiet and hear me now!" "I would be the best choice as your leader!" he stated assuredly. "Why you!?" said the owl. "We don't know who you are, not even your name!" "I am the human being known as the King of the Crooked Crown" he said. "For I am the perfect imperfection to lead this imperfect union!" "With the natural resources of the forest, we can build an empire!" he said convincingly. The human needed to say no more, for they all agreed unanimously, that he should lead them! When they had all gone, the owl was left alone in the Great Hall. He sat upon his perch thinking to himself. "Ah but what of Mother Nature?" "It's not nice to fool with Her, hmm." The light grew with the early dawn, as the wise one's big eyes, slowly closed.
date-2/20/19
Are you calling me to stop here?
Alright!
I’ve pressed my feet on brakes,
Behind me, red eyes burning brightly.
Is journey finished here?
Then let it be so!
Seats are luxurious,
Comfortable to sit.
I was sunk in sweet dreams.
I had forgotten my duties and responsibility.
Journey ends here,
Would it mean so?
Now, I’ve stopped near the level crossing
It seems temporary halting.
Some of them are talking:
‘It was real life drama!
Others are thinking, it’s a race!’
If that’s true,
Would this dramatic sequence of life end here?
Is it right to do so?
I don’t like your philosophy
Don’t agree to accept it.
I know you analyze things better
Also know how to demoralize me
You always reject whatever I like
But in every problem,
There’s a solution in disguise!
And we can solve it amicably.
An iron bar, I know, has torn our road straight apart.
I am cruelly pinned to one end
of this prehistoric road,
At the other end you are torturing me
I can’t tolerate your emotional tyranny anymore.
I can’t also disobey laws of my fate
can't withdraw myself.
Unanimously we can change us!
Are you telling me to stop here?
Ear rings that were hanging in your ears
have now tied my legs tightly
This cruel time has caged me
I am screaming hopelessly
Memories are now dancing phantoms!
Steering is moving like wheels of fortune
on your hands,
I’m waiting for your answers.
Suddenly, someone whistled
The iron rod lifted up
our roads are ready to be joined
Doors of thousand rooms are now opened.
Are you calling me to enter?
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!
SAFELINK TracFone unanimously synonymous...
not only as my lifeline,
and connectivity insurance
with family, friends and strangers,
whereby yours truly
experiences virtual safety net
as would be true
for many purple people eaters,
when havoc unexpectedly strikes
triggering an emergency situation,
where life and death
as very uncomfortable truth
teeters in the balance
necessitate immediate intervention,
hence survival
of one mediocre bipedal hominid
within twenty first century,
not only requires
allocated government funding
for unlimited talk and text,
to brook intervention
allowing, enabling, and providing help
while I channel urgent plea
via telephonic wireless portal
or surfing the cyber sea
if in need of an
up to date telephone number
until that one day in the near future,
when logical integrated circuits,
albeit miniscule or near invisible bots
to the naked eye,
said telecommunication trappings
ideally, easily, and admirably
embedded within body electric
batteries not necessary
when capacity to energize lovely bones
emulates, jump/kickstarts,
and powers an uninterrupted
self sustaining feedback loop
courtesy subcutaneous
nearly microscopic solar cells
(similar in principle
to intrauterine devices)
generates ample electricity
with resistance from subjects
to communicate wirelessly,
which means every waking
and sleeping movement
grudgingly monitored,
thus surreptitious antics
possibly flagged for:
accusation of plagiarization,
barbarization of mine mien,
cannibalization of pet peeves,
demonization of politicization,
elation of short lived beneficence,
fictionalization of embedded chip insertion,
glorification qua state of art communication,
humanization of artificial intelligence,
idolization of electronic engineering,
jollification of electrons
kation of covalent bond.
adieu from,
matthew scott harris
Like my innate need for eating
Walking, sleeping, and waking
Photography seemed inborn in me.
My heart and mind could make it free.
Clicking photographs of black and white
With a Click-III, a camera, very light.
I found Isoly II cheap and best.
I used it for a long , with ardent zest.
Kodak, Polaroid, and Pentax
Had adorned my photo tracks.
Nikon came to be, ultimately
Harmonized with me intimately
I clicked my masterpieces manually.
I got linked to each piece sentimentally.
It’s then that I happened to lose it.
Together with the entire photographic kit
A train journey had become my nightmare.
This heavy loss of mine I couldn't bear
Though the price of it indeed mattered much
My emotional attachment to it was beyond touch.
I searched for it in every compartment.
I complained about the matter to the rail department.
Every assurance and trial failed.
Like a phantom, in my dreams, my Nikon sailed.
This moment was like an existential emptiness.
Each day dawned with inner heaviness.
Friends and relatives consoled me, indeed.
With my duties, I couldn't proceed.
Each leaf, flower, fruit, and twig of a plant
Each butterfly, dragonfly, and tiny ant
Brought the memory of my precious Nikon
Which had almost become my life's icon
Mad-like near meadows I stood and stared.
At my despaired state of being, all were scared.
I should move on. They unanimously said
With new hopes in my heart, I should go ahead.
Another Nikon of the digital kind they procured
I was better yet, though not fully cured.
I click the finest pictures with it even now.
I am unable to forget the other yet, anyhow.
"In times past, said Santa, I'll admit, I have failed to live up to my name.
Like you, I shunned poor Rudolph, seeing his nose was not the same.
We bullied, making him sad, refusing to admit him to the game.
That lesson was learned when he saved us,(much to our shame.)
Another chance is presented. You see, Rudolph has come up lame.
So, let us rise to this challenge!", we heard Santa Claus exclaim.
"For too long, we've been unequal, for greater character we must aim.
It's time to give the honored position, in the front, to a dame!"
Donner scoffed, “we’ll get lost now and Rudolph is the one to blame!.
When Clarice flew by them, all the reindeer cheered her name,
And decided unanimously they would be proud if she came...
For she was fast as lightning, and they weaved her traces through the hame.
Barefoot in the sand I walk the seashore, carefree
taking mental snapshots of you and me;
Living in the sanctuary of your natural agility
I am a womb in you, both beautiful and free.
When you pour me out my soul refreshes,
some say you are water but I say you are life.
Recaptured, I regain my sanity and dignity
and for this, I thank you water;
The seashores are quenched by your ebb and flow
and your eternal movements, are my Saving Grace;
You are self sufficient and unanimously rhythmed
and in your cadence even the mermaids rejoice,
as they dip their tails and siren your decree.
Oh sea, you are just a kiss away from me,
when I'm in your presence nothing in this world
matters, anymore.
Let us discuss the circus alive in the theater of your conflicts,
the Master of Ceremonies cremates caution
in the center of curiosity's conciet
where birds bleed songs of azure agony,
madness remembers the melody of a midnight march
to a shrine built from bricks baste with war sweat and stress
as Death sits solemnly thumping it's cranial cudgel methodically
atop drums taut with elephant hide,
a child approaches through the Hippodrome's east chamber
juggling three radiant orbs, omni, omega, ovation,
the audience of thousands uproars unanimously
when Hate, Love & Fate manifest as beasts of the best brutality
encircling the child with a primordial hunger in their bellies,
their handlers cocky and competitive, controls the animals with elements
such as air, fire & water, one by one they rush the child
with violent intent, in their hearts victim & victory are synonomous,
the tiger repelled by the fire of the child's imagination,
the bear repulsed from the whistle of his innocence,
and the lepoard refrains from the current of his youth,
in the balcony, Venus and Mars applaud proudly for sagacious survival,
acrobats appear, the grey one Fatigue, the green one is Resolve,
despite loathing each other they must be team or die from the heights,
gasps from a crowd caught in a conspiracy of soul piracy
as self destruction stands cackling on the arena floor with his anger crackling red,
attempting to whip the hands of the acrobats with a dragon's tail
encrusted with the crushed vertebrae of cowardice,
he strikes their wrists but they secure the dizzing stunt in defiance,
cheers collide with the chimera of acrobats transformed into an eagle's scream
while the Master of Ceremonies welcomes the women of warhorse wishes,
J.A.B.
Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...
Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy
a thought provoking tweet
east of Eden heard.
Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to be atypical and think
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers
of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)
pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,
Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire chink
polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink
unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided
opportunity in tandem
with significant other
to create acronym named DINK
(dual income no kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,
which interpretive native folk art
eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink
playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eye wink
at thee, no doubt many
an anonymous innocent
reader calling me rat fink
(Ed “Big Daddy” Roth's child)
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink
moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus
collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy
go tell Aunt Rhody
yours wittily, truly,
quirkily, nervously, jokingly
attempted to hoodwink.