INTERESTING SIGNS
progressive
neutral
metamorphosis
untouched
in
constant
flux
of
contemporary
theories
with
normative
effects
an
inability
to
interpret
or innovate
innocence
on
insistence
of existence
a vitality
naturally
lauded
in
hallmarks
celebrated
with
intensity
bringing
countless
delights
burgeoning
enthusiasm
sophisticated
sensations
flux
in
vital
disquiet
of
providential
paradoxically
designed
entities
FACTUAL REALITY-:-
remains
equivocably
individual
pointedly
formulated
in AUTONOMOUSLY RARE
verbally
active
argumentative
complex
concepts
then PERCEIVED
normative
binding
motionless
reflected
symptoms
NORMATIVE DIFFERENTIATIONS-:-
indicate
suspended
decorations
oddly
ambiguous
SO SUBLIME
expressed
proclaimed
visually
transpose
situations
TO INFLUENCE
innovative
assumptive
perogatives
ornament
illusions
simple
tones
& tints
the
inaudible
lingers
meaning
unfolds
in
economy
the
unique
resonates
the
normative
fresh
in transparency
word-sounds
flow
patterns
repeat
regularly
inherently
remembered
with
pleasing
effects
America Will Fall and Must Fall
Because she was built on racism.
She was built by the racist illuminati.
For America not to fall they will have to paint half of the white house black
And rename it the White and Black House or the Black and white house.
And the white people must adopt a totally new approach or dispensation towards racism.
Right now the racism is much too plain, obvious and blatant.
And it it so unfortunate that this country has to fall all because of Racism.
Racism is perhaps easily America's Biggest and most destructive problem.
It is much too normative for any sane thinking person's liking.
Yea it is much too damn normalised.
Racism o me simply put is nothing but a dangerous and unproductive system
that needs to be dissipated.
Pulling and pushing and dancing up and down
Like monkeys no one is watching but the behaved crowd
Who paid to expect what they came to see and get their moneys worth
In a humble and normative way as the rest of their fellow neighbors
Would brag about what places to visit and crave
The onlookers are consumers who come out during the day
Only when time allows them away from their computer and
Obligations and time with their families off the clock
And race against time to outstretch the day’s moments into
Lasting memories they rush to create
And be in the moment somehow
At the same time they wish to obscure and automate
With their own helpless hands and hearts they give their all
Of all they have to give to what they’re allowed to predict
And in these moments they plan for themselves and everyone
Else that they love and care about enough to sit down
With and talk as if time stopped ticking
Oh wouldn’t it be a dream of us in a world
That kept no clocks, timecards or mortgages to bear.
MOTIFS
overlaid
&tangible
in conscious
manifestation
a
significant
vitality
so abundant
in
bizarre
variety
silent
gestures
refined
&appended
seemingly
infinite allusions
suspended
features
resembling
the
ostentatious
in exaggeration
of
transformed
similarity
contemporary
notions
overshadowed
with
flirtatious
motivations
of
extravagant
luxury
in
symbolic interpretation
indications
stretched out
in
ceremony
of festive emblems
assuminging
a
normative a
emphasis
&imitating
illuminating
with an
intensive & coherent
brightness
expressed
by contemplation
of
the
oddly ambiguous
He is slated as a loser, why?!
By whose standards is that measured by?
By what ambitions he ought to abide?
Is there a normative success guide?
They have excelled but wait a minute -
Their gain is not his loss or is it?
No grace in how much one can consume,
Humble and true is human heirloom.
April 23, 2023
noble, negotiable, normative, nursing, nourishing ~ nature.
30 December 2022
If guns don’t kill people
Why are so many people dead
Another moms child
shot in the head
Blackboards white chalk
splattered in Red
A teacher killed
For something she said
Victim after victim
Demons need to be fed
On violence they’ve been bred
We shouldn’t need
Metal detectors at School
A place of innocence has become cruel
What happened to the Golden Rule
Have we all taken on
the role of a fool
A gun isn’t just a harmless tool
It’s a weapon of mass destruction
and the most potent hate fuel.
I am scared by the NRA narrative
The power and control amendment imperative
Off to Washington lobbyist slobs
More and more gun factory jobs
Guns don’t lead to the collaborative
Weapons should not be the normative.
We have got in the habit of not looking up above
No gun has ever led to acts of love.
So until politicians become brave
Our society is a slave
Problems grow over time
We shouldn’t be so naive
Profiteers shouldn’t determine what we believe
In the end there are to many lives to grieve.
Consciousness is the scintillating blaze
alive on a smoldering log,
a flame emergent from complex interplays
of biology and environment.
Consciousness is greater than the cumulative
elements from which it is produced,
a roving free-form swirling cloud,
a wandering storm over the latest landscape.
Consciousness is always emergent
like an undulating flock of birds.
like the windswept grains of sand dunes.
Consciousness is collectively aware,
a normative quest linked to community survival,
a reaching within for a larger knowing.
Our God may be a force outside time and space,
a consciousness of collective consciousnesses,
a vast power offering the ethics of our survival,
an emergent property of our collective minds.
Consider shadows that most deny
valid against the press of night
consideration turned to charm
by the impact of appeal's turn
even as the darkness forms
wrapping around the gentle souls
without malice or ill intent
as they seek comfort’s bliss
surrounding those without regard
for the ghosts that then result
even as the normative
demand falsehoods in the stead
for the ghosts among themselves
pressing outward with dismay
affirming what’s felt within
hidden plainly while love is blessed.
I wonder if something essential
to my individual identity,
our diverse ego centers,
must become recognized as waning,
on it's
my
decomposing way toward death,
absence of hope for infinite future physical ego-integrity,
before it becomes possible to grab on to CoOperative Promise
with my more inductive eco-centering feeling left hand
to grow again from non-dominant
embryonic RightBrain organic seasonal beginnings
of listening for global multicultural integrity,
that matriarchal matters more, some Advent seasons,
and equally, during transitional birthing seasons,
and sometimes less revolutionary
yet still dipolar co-arising ego's relentless waning.
Not just knowing death as incoming (0)-sum absence
of capacity to return love offered,
fear threatened,
but also gratitude for each eco-normative relationship
having become matriarchal integrity reborn,
some gone before already
and yet many to continue on
throughout this our eco-operating lines.
It is in my ego vulnerability
that Earth's continuous matriarchal rebirth
grows reweaving
reborn,
both within my personal landscape
and across this our ecopolitical global climate.
The prices we each gladly agree to pay
for our attachment to healthy joys
is sadness within their too distant absence.
We each and all have disasters,
large and smaller versions,
naturally without and spiritually within.
But we also have natural climate miracles
which are Earth's Business As Usual,
and primary ecological reason
that what we have learned as natural disasters
both feel and also are apiritually anomalous trauma,
forecasters of further doom and gloom,
blame and shame.
We have both climate normative gains
and pathological loss
degenerating wealthy-spirit/healthy-nature climate aberrations.
The price we readily agree as fair
to belong together on this our Earth Creator,
is longing for us to never ever give up
on blissfully ending together,
both neurologically within
and ecologically without.
together.
As if a road could be otherwise but geometry
defies the man who is lost on the road that
the trees want to reach and reach down
to his walking on
along a verticality that defies
the requirements of normative perspective
and so he will reach, and the trees against chalk—
the gesture of the arm extended is central
to all Soutine’s work be it a branch or an ache
or a split of the face, going off. In this case
can you say that a man is lost just because
you cannot distinguish him from the background.
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