what will quench this thirst, this lust
and will I have the time I must
the sands of time are cruel, unjust
as time just crumbles sand to dust
The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature".
That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust".
The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way.
President Trump never speaks "The Truth".
A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values.
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blazing russet l e a
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s
s w i r l against petrichor
streets ~
nebulous n e x u s
Are butterfly wing movements in Brazil the nexus
That creates our terrible tornados in Texas?
Though we may not understand the how and the why,
We should remember our words can make children cry.
Before broadcasting our gossip far across fences,
Shouldn’t we first consider its consequences?
A man may not know a woman’s complexus
Until casual banter with her bodes sexist.
Enlightenment…
where humanity and intelligence cross
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
IN US LIES THE NEXUS OF YOUR LIFE
We are the bridge of hope,
we connect lives and dreams,
water the images seeking peace;
of a truth, our foundations stand tall.
When tomorrow comes to you in war,
remember the hands that birth you.
Neglect not the time of your life
when the night shall sing of calamity.
Stand between our brave hearts till dawn,
we're the series of connections linking your
future and fate; a focal point of your life,
let's build the skies in your fearful palms.
In the field of learning, we come as wisdom;
in the church, we are seen as conscience,
life tell the tale of yesterday and today,
but we tell the tale of tomorrow and destiny.
In us lies the nexus of your life's history,
we stand in between your tomorrow and today,
we are the lines that connect your ribs together;
we are your blood; your life, future and death.
(C) John Chizoba vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
This darkness
Deep inside of me
I fear is never ending
Consuming…confusing
A restless spirit
Looking for escape
From its own shadow
Searching…emerging
What light there is
Illuminates a path
Of self-destruction
Disturbing…lurking
I stand beside myself
Out of touch
With my reflection
Daunting…mocking
My soul surrenders
To the fate
Life has to offer
Waiting…aging
-JJR 7/2/16
little nubile delights
with sweating bodies
and bare feet
holding hands
and kissing
Continuously phantasmagoric is its vitality,
Crystallizing within the depths of my spirituality,
Sanctuary against the maleficent reality,
Encompassing past the fortification of mentality,
Dependency upon its draught of lethality,
Praying for the verisimilitude of immortality,
Enlightened after necrosis, for entwinement in universality
Disgust despair mislead for insanity almighty.
Submissive hate seals the pact of the deathly converse.
Brick buildings bombard the burden of solitude;
brought on by the blossoming horizon.
Winds weave through walls of concrete;
waylaying waves of waste upward.
Sounds spawn the scent of the season;
sun shines sharply in the surreal sky.
Demons doomed, retreat to the depths of darkness;
destroying the dull and dreary day.
Gray curtains gown gloomy ghosts;
gazes engulfed by a glowing globe.
Natural notions of the inevitable occur;
uncovering nights nexus.
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