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“Uncertainty”
Life is uncertain, really uncertain
Who witnesses tomorrow got luck
Who does not, got unstuck
Divine, fortune almighty
-the reason behind uncertainty
You lost, you left dignity
You stopped, you held it for other day
Spent years making life,
Spent years taking risks
Got into a pseudo belief
There are only natives, and no terrorists
Fiction proves it wrong
But that feels unstrong
Making mild impact,
Scenes are lost, intact
No one can predict
Do not get demoralised
You need to keep going
Whether years or hours
You have the moment,
Live it to fullest !!
“Uncertain is life, but certain is present”
— Diva
What's my point?
I often ask
too seldom
Where's my circle?
Good days are right
as bad feel wrong dark night
And what's our peak communication point?
Where were we when I last remembered?
you Here
me Now
positively co-invested relationship
bilaterally unnumbered
Light shines in cooperative circles
I quickly exclaim
with delight
too seldom
more forgetfully relents
my dark descends
Past points
not worthy of epic warm melodies
yet unworthy of cryptic cold antitheses
Of tipping points
to purge Yang divisive causes
against resiliently brilliant
Yintegral effects
unbounded round
Unstuck spiraling in-between
celebrating cooperative approaching peak comedies
avoiding trauma speaking narratives,
decelerating uncompelling
disappointing unpointed tragedies,
disjointed lack of co-relational sense
desecrating reproductive round
continuous romance,
encircling warm lights
empowering eager tipping points
Repeat again,
What's my point?
I often say
too seldom
Where's our highest
and widest
and deepest
unconditionally warm circle?
Why do knowledge
and information
always have at least one unquestioned point?
While wisdom
unfolds in muse mysterious
warm
and win/win welcoming
round wombed circles
of integrity's most sacred
deepest sensory
healthy wealth potential.
Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the
Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost
Indistinguishable.
Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was
The more fragile?
In truthfulness I was disappointed when I got home and
Watched more of the same on the telly.
The British army is not what it was I have to say; the
Gun-Salutes did not appear to be well orchestrated to my way
Of thinking -- left one feeling all rather...unsatisfied.
Gone are the days of bright red tunics, golden buttons and
Tall, glossy white hats; and gone the long stylish sideburns...
How magnificent those lads must have looked on the march.
Gone also the days of the glorious campaigns. The valiant
Battles. The desperate, heroic actions defending some hopeless
Situation or some far-flung outpost that was deserving only
Of camel dung and fleas...and certainly wasn't for the lack of
Thanks we only ever got! ...same now for the Yanks I suppose.
But glory fades along with the ages...just as our long-gone
Age sank, ages back, into the fullest, mellow glow of the
Whistling scythe's last Harvest Moon.
For I am unapologetically an English man; and will die as
Lizzie died...
As English as sausage, egg, chips and peas.
And to hell with those who decry Empire and Nation Building.
We saved the best of it, and created many a Sovereign State
Out of nothing but mud and straw.
Lately I have pondered, that perhaps we sucumbed to what was
A natural culmination of too lofty an ambition?
Or maybe it was nothing more than a simple case of
Over-acheiving?
And if so, how do we arrive by the 'Grace of God' to all that?...
Could it be an inevitable fate which was pre-ordained?
But for the fact we had good glue we should have come unstuck
Many a long year ago;
But good glue we got...and still more to come I might wager.
Tomorrow, no doubt, the crowds will line the hilly miles;
And later we will have our pomp and ceremony...
But what has gone comes but once.
Then the whole world will watch, gawking, when an entire
Race holds up their hands as a hurting child reaching up
For the comforting arms of their firecely protective Mummy.
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.
LIES
Dragging even the arm of the wind
Into the deepest depths of hell
We rise again as Spring breezes
Into the skies of knowledge
Into the highest holiness of heaven
Where innocence once violated
Is regained
PEACE
In a return home before the rape
Beyond a God forsaken past
Beyond the will that never was
That never formed an “IS”
A forgotten verb
In ungrammatical poison
Rising up from
DARKNESS
Unstuck from the glue of possession
Flowing out of monstrous fraud
Too big to fill any screen of eternity
Too vast to understand
Even within the context of depravity
Kidnapped and raped
And dragged across the face of Earth’s
ABYSS
Raw flesh hanging over
The flames of the eternal fire
Of the lake between the continents
Rising out of devastating wickedness
A mutilating mind of gross error
Of rage and vengeance
Filling a hard disc with
VIRUSES AND LOST FILES
Now healing
In convalescence
On the other shore
Of purification and repentance
Of sins of retribution mine and theirs
All payment is fully made
With Christ’s ransom every penny paid
A RELEASE
Into the prepared garden
Stretching out from the doorstep
Of the borrowed landscape
Over the dew laden delay of dawn
Into a final rest
In the “athletic sunlight”
Of the Elysian fields
GARDENS
Beyond the prison house
Beyond Hell’s creatures
Cancelled by truth
Making a bridge over the precipice
Above the infinite pit
Held aloft by pillars of love
Covered in vines of orphan’s soulful songs
Standing on the shoulder's of giant's
Where we over reliant
To place our faith in the footballing God's
When the final whistle drew deep intakes of breath
And the crowd stood silent
Our race was run
And the scoreline revealed we had sadly not overcome
For us the end had come
And joy was undone replaced by tear's
No more beer's to throw
Nothing left to cheer
It is as we feared
Another opportunity missed another clenched fist
Why does our failure so peresist
Why is the knife always stuck firmly in our back
Is this ever destined to be our lot in life
Never the wife always the bridesmaid
Back to work for me even though I took of Friday
Feels like 1 step forward 2 steps sideways
You never know but your gut always feels
And has learnt how to deal with bad luck
And boy does it suck having coming unstuck once again
And it comes as little consolation how close we came again
Say what you will we failed again
All is left is to take our medicine like men
And to drink ourselves into a stupor again
No 1 likes a sore loser
So raise a glass and may this toast come pass
That 1 day in the not to distant future
Our day will surely come
And football will finally come home
America gets fooled at the ballot box
Bucky Fuller shined a light out of duopoly’s might
Can America get unstuck,see the light ?
Do vote for what you Want,this will seal the deal
Every vote counts,if it is not same o’ same ‘ o crap
Forego anyone who supports the MIE,that’s the rap
Go for a party that can advance some utopian ideal
Help the Earth become a beautiful place to live,
Insure everyone in your ‘hood is taken care of,
Jill Stein’s manifesto -a breath of fresh air,
Know her manifesto with an open mind- if you dare,
Love everyone with a flaming heart,
Mankind is your kin for the most part.
No more thinking third parties are spoiler votes,
Only you can bring the change,
People have to stop drinking the duopoly’s cool aid,
Question everything.
Read Radical Mycology by Peter Maccoy,
Such an eye opening book you will enjoy.
Thevenusproject.com shows the future,
Utopia or Oblivion by Fuller,shows the facts of life,
Verily look at book for future direction,
Why would you want anything less than perfection?
Xenophobia in our brave new world has no part.
You can be a trail blazer-shine your light.
Zion,not Isreal,paradise on Earth will reign suprem
Why is it when you go out of your way
To help someone brighten their day
Or solve a problem that has things in disarray
They want to play you as if to say
You owe them in some superficial way
Putting on some kind of poor me display
Overshadowing the kindness you portray
Some are not able to see the good deed
That some people give so freely
They do it because they are able to see
What a difference this would be
For them to help make your day stay in play
Some people lack the ability to foresee
People go out of their way, not for praise
Or to be a standout who wants you to obey
Not to create a cushion for some far off distant day
We do it because we care
When we see someone in dispare
Or life seems to be unfair
When someone is down on their luck
Because everything has run a muck
Feeling like lightning has struck
Then being able to help someone become unstuck
It's just good karma that is our choice to send their way
It doesn't require money
Or a promise you will make it right someday
It simply requires a sincere thank you
A genuine reply without asking why
Understanding that everyone
Has not just left you standing
When your day became way to demanding
Knowing someone went out of their way
To keep your day underway
It's not how we repay the kindness
But rather how we display
All the goodwill that came into play
To help make it through your day
How often have I felt like this, my dear
How often have I felt
The breeze ruffling my hair,
Whilst you laughed and kissed me fair?
Times when we went to walk
Along the promenade
Sit on a bench and talk
And silently I prayed.
Will we live happily together?
Will we build up a great affair?
Will our lives beat the bad weather?
Who will listen to our prayer?
How often have I felt like this, my dear
How often have I felt
The breeze ruffling my hair,
Whilst you laughed and kissed me fair?
How many lonely years must pass
Before we tie our marriage knot?
Can’t you decide and solve our impasse
For I am not some worthless robot.
Perhaps the breeze will bring me luck,
You will accept me as I am.
All our tiny problems come unstuck
Like all those cars in our traffic jam.
How often have I felt like this, my dear
How often have I felt
The breeze ruffling my hair,
Whilst you laughed and kissed me fair.
We move on to the beach hand in hand
And feel your warmth despite the breeze
There on the sand we’ll dance to the band
Knowing all my wishes you’ll appease.
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement incontinence + gas filled gut
evoking contortionist frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess where elimination did jut
held captive hostage atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps that really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder from obstruction as BB size PELLETS did spurt
from lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation whereby prayer a waste
delivered only increased sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance some **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable constriction in arrears
finding me unable to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest delivered this message via fax
to help attend male in dire per situation get poop unstuck
with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs DO DO PLEASE DUCK!